“Don't _pity_ me!” I said. “My remark was a figure of speech. I want
no alms. I wouldn't take even you as alms. They'll probably get me down,
and stamp the life out of me--nearly. But not quite--don't you lose sight
of that. They can't kill me, and they can't tame me. I'll recover, and I'll
strew the Street with their blood and broken bones.”
She drew in her breath sharply.
“And a minute ago I was almost liking you!” she exclaimed.