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"
Oh
,
Gawd
,
Gawd
,
wot
'
ave
I
done
?
"
he
wailed
;
sitting
down
in
the
coal-box
and
nursing
his
new
hurt
by
rocking
back
and
forth
.
"
W
'
y
'
as
all
this
come
on
me
?
It
mykes
me
fair
sick
,
it
does
,
an
'
I
try
so
'
ard
to
go
through
life
'
armless
an
'
'
urtin
'
nobody
.
"
The
tears
were
running
down
his
puffed
and
discoloured
cheeks
,
and
his
face
was
drawn
with
pain
.
A
savage
expression
flitted
across
it
.
"
Oh
,
'
ow
I
'
ate
'
im
!
'
Ow
I
'
ate
'
im
!
"
he
gritted
out
.
"
Whom
?
"
I
asked
;
but
the
poor
wretch
was
weeping
again
over
his
misfortunes
.
Less
difficult
it
was
to
guess
whom
he
hated
than
whom
he
did
not
hate
.
For
I
had
come
to
see
a
malignant
devil
in
him
which
impelled
him
to
hate
all
the
world
.
I
sometimes
thought
that
he
hated
even
himself
,
so
grotesquely
had
life
dealt
with
him
,
and
so
monstrously
.
At
such
moments
a
great
sympathy
welled
up
within
me
,
and
I
felt
shame
that
I
had
ever
joyed
in
his
discomfiture
or
pain
.
Life
had
been
unfair
to
him
.
It
had
played
him
a
scurvy
trick
when
it
fashioned
him
into
the
thing
he
was
,
and
it
had
played
him
scurvy
tricks
ever
since
.
What
chance
had
he
to
be
anything
else
than
he
was
?
And
as
though
answering
my
unspoken
thought
,
he
wailed
:
"
I
never
'
ad
no
chance
,
not
'
arf
a
chance
!
'
Oo
was
there
to
send
me
to
school
,
or
put
tommy
in
my
'
ungry
belly
,
or
wipe
my
bloody
nose
for
me
,
w
'
en
I
was
a
kiddy
?
'
Oo
ever
did
anything
for
me
,
heh
?
'
Oo
,
I
s
'
y
?
"
"
Never
mind
,
Tommy
,
"
I
said
,
placing
a
soothing
hand
on
his
shoulder
.
"
Cheer
up
.
It
'll
all
come
right
in
the
end
.
You
've
long
years
before
you
,
and
you
can
make
anything
you
please
of
yourself
.
"
"
It
's
a
lie
!
a
bloody
lie
!
"
he
shouted
in
my
face
,
flinging
off
the
hand
.
"
It
's
a
lie
,
and
you
know
it
.
I
'm
already
myde
,
an
'
myde
out
of
leavin
's
an
'
scraps
.
It
's
all
right
for
you
,
'
Ump
.
You
was
born
a
gentleman
.
You
never
knew
wot
it
was
to
go
'
ungry
,
to
cry
yerself
asleep
with
yer
little
belly
gnawin
'
an
'
gnawin
'
,
like
a
rat
inside
yer
.
It
car
n't
come
right
.
If
I
was
President
of
the
United
Stytes
to-morrer
,
'
ow
would
it
fill
my
belly
for
one
time
w
'
en
I
was
a
kiddy
and
it
went
empty
?
"
'
Ow
could
it
,
I
s
'
y
?
I
was
born
to
sufferin
'
and
sorrer
.
I
've
had
more
cruel
sufferin
'
than
any
ten
men
,
I
'
ave.
I
've
been
in
orspital
arf
my
bleedin
'
life
.
I
've
'
ad
the
fever
in
Aspinwall
,
in
'
Avana
,
in
New
Orleans
.
I
near
died
of
the
scurvy
and
was
rotten
with
it
six
months
in
Barbadoes
.
Smallpox
in
'
Onolulu
,
two
broken
legs
in
Shanghai
,
pnuemonia
in
Unalaska
,
three
busted
ribs
an
'
my
insides
all
twisted
in
'
Frisco
.
An
'
'
ere
I
am
now
.
Look
at
me
!
Look
at
me
!
My
ribs
kicked
loose
from
my
back
again
.
I
'll
be
coughin
'
blood
before
eyght
bells
.
'
Ow
can
it
be
myde
up
to
me
,
I
arsk
?
'
Oo
's
goin
'
to
do
it
?
Gawd
?
'
Ow
Gawd
must
'
ave
'
ated
me
w
'
en
'
e
signed
me
on
for
a
voyage
in
this
bloomin
'
world
of
'
is
!
"
