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As she met his kind, pitying glance, however, her own 
eyes fell, her lips quivered, she drew the Shadow about 
her face and fled. Alas ! they could do nothing for such 
as her, unless that gentle, fatherly face should come 
before her again in her solitude, and by its silent elo- 
quence lead her to better things, and to the Founder of 
Christmas. 
While Mr. Broadstreet was peering about for the 
Shadow, and taking into his heart the lessons it taught, 
he had not been idle, giving a kind word, or a bit of 
money, or a pleasant glance wherever the chance offered. 
The Shadow now paused before a narrow doorway in a 
crooked little street, and the two — or rather the three, for 
the Shadow went before them — entered and mounted the 
stairway. Mr. Broadstreet stumbled several times, but 
the Discouraged Man went up like one who was well used 
to the premises. As they reached the third landing, a 
voice somewhere near them commenced to sing feebly, 
and they stopped to listen. 
It's Annette," whispered the Discouraged Man ; "she's 
singing for me. It was a way she had when we were 
first married ; and I used to like it, coming home from a 
hard day's work, so she tried to keep it up ever since. 
Do you hear her, sir ? " 
Yes, Mr. Broadstreet heard her. Poor, poor little thin 
voice, trembling weakly on the high notes, and avoiding 
the low ones altogether. It was more like a child's than 
a woman's, and so tired — so tired ! He fumbled in his 
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