Owen Oliver

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Owen Oliver,  Parson Smith (1908)

“ He passed down dark alleys and ill-lit passages till he reached some squalid cottages backing upon the banks of the torpid, unsavoury canal. He knocked at a door, and entered without waiting for an answer. A meagre little woman stood in the passage, twisting her apron in her bony hands. She had evidently been crying.
“Well, Mrs. Jones?” he asked.
“He can't get away,” she said. “He's run back here. The police are coming. Oh, sir! can't you save him? He never meant to do it, sir; but the children were hungry. Oh, sir! you never had children?”
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Owen Oliver,  Parson Smith (1908)

“ The elder boy rushed in at the back door, and announced that the “cops” were coming up the alley. Mrs. Jones ran downstairs with a huge, tattered muffler. The parson tied it round his neck and face almost up to his eyes. Even in the candle-light he was scarcely distinguishable from “Sober Jones.” He darted from the front door into the ill-lit street. Two policemen gave a shout, and blew their whistles. The parson ran, and they ran after him, and the denizens of the cottages ran here and there around and between them. They never got in the way of the pursued, but always in that of the pursuers. ”
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Owen Oliver,  Parson Smith (1908)

“ Miss Sadie bowed with a sweep. “Since you are on their side, not mine,” she said, “good-day!”
“Good-day!” Parson Smith looked at her with admiration too sincere to be impertinent. “I wish I could preach,” he said wistfully.
“Try!” she cried defiantly; and he took off his hat.
“They live hard,” he said; “and you live soft. God soften your heart to them. Good-day!”
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Source: Wikisource

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