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The Children's Pilgrimage

Language: en

"The night is dark, and I am far from home. Lead Thou me on" CHAPTER I - "THREE ON A DOORSTEP." In a poor part of London, but not in the very poorest part - two children sat on a certain autumn evening, side by side on a doorstep. The eldest might have been ten, the youngest eight. The eldest was a girl, the youngest a boy. Drawn up in front of these children, looking into their little faces with hungry, loving, pathetic eyes, lay a mongrel dog. The three were alone, for the street in which they sat was a cul-de-sac - leading nowhere; and at this hour, on this Sunday evening, seemed…