‘Surely you have found him out now.’
‘Yes, I have,’ said Marie. ‘He’s a poor creature.’
‘He has just been thrashed, you know, in the streets,—most horribly.’ Marie had not been told of this, and started back from her lover’s arms. ‘You hadn’t heard it?’
‘Who has thrashed him?’
’I don’t want to tell the story against him, but they say he has been cut about in a terrible manner.’
‘Why should anybody beat him? Did he do anything?’
‘There was a young lady in the question, Marie.’
’A young lady! What young lady? I don’t believe it. But it’s nothing to me. I don&rsquo...