Alban Kennedy, the impoverished son of a British parson, is compelled to take up his abode in the Whitechapel district of London, and becomes the suitor of a little Polish maid who is infinitely above her mean environment. The circumstances which lead to his adoption by a millionaire, the net of intrigue woven about him, and the efforts to bring about the death of his little sweetheart for political purposes, using him as the innocent tool, make an engrossing plot." --Albany Times-Union.
you know I can't," he said. "Bread and salt, that's about what I should get in your country--and perhaps be able to count the nails in the soles of my boots. What's the good of telling me all about it? I saw that your father was angry, but you people are always angry. And, little girl, he does his best for you. Never forget that--he would sooner lose anything on earth than you."
"I don't believe it," said the girl, tossing her head angrily, "what's he care about anything but that ole machine of his which he says they stole from him? Ten hours have I been sewing to-day, Alb, and ten it will be to-morrow. Truth, dear, upon my soul. What's father care so long as the kettle boils and he can read the papers? And you're no better--you'd take me away if you were--right away from here to the gardens where he couldn't find me, and no one but you would ever find me any more. That's what you'd do if you were as I want you to be. But you ain't, Alb--you'll never care for any girl--now will you, Alb, dear?"