Alms! Alms!

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(Exer drops a coin into her hands)

"Thank you, sir, thank you." The beggar woman uttered.

"Ma'am, could you tell me whose house this is?" Exer inquires as he gestures to the mansion facing the two of them.

"That's the great William Miller's house that is." The beggar woman replies.

"And the young man who resides there?" Exer queried.

"That's David, his pretty little ward. Keeps him snug, he does; all locked up... So don't you go trespassing there, or it's a good beating for you—or any other young man with mischief on his mind." The beggar woman warns him.

She turns away, instantly plaintive again, and appeals to other pedestrians as she goes:

"Please spare some alms for a miserable old woman on a miserable, chilly morning!"

Over and over again.

Exer considers the mansion. He sees a figure standing at a window, unclear behind the shutters, watching him.

He sits on a bench outside the mansion and thinks to himself:

"I'll steal you, David—I'll get you out of that horrid place."

Then the figure disappears from the window above. Exer stands, waits. Then the doors to the mansion swing open.

Exer is expecting David, but it is William who steps into the doorway.

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