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“
Mrs
.
Coleman
is
none
so
poor
as
all
that
yet
.
No
,
thank
Heaven
!
she
’
s
not
come
to
that
”
“
Is
it
a
great
disgrace
to
be
poor
?
”
asked
Diamond
,
because
of
the
tone
in
which
his
mother
had
spoken
.
But
his
mother
,
whether
conscience
-
stricken
I
do
not
know
hurried
him
away
to
bed
,
where
after
various
attempts
to
understand
her
,
resumed
and
resumed
again
in
spite
of
invading
sleep
,
he
was
conquered
at
last
,
and
gave
in
,
murmuring
over
and
over
to
himself
,
“
Why
is
why
?
”
but
getting
no
answer
to
the
question
.
A
FEW
nights
after
this
,
Diamond
woke
up
suddenly
,
believing
he
heard
North
Wind
thundering
along
.
But
it
was
something
quite
different
.
South
Wind
was
moaning
round
the
chimneys
,
to
be
sure
,
for
she
was
not
very
happy
that
night
,
but
it
was
not
her
voice
that
had
wakened
Diamond
.
Her
voice
would
only
have
lulled
him
the
deeper
asleep
.
It
was
a
loud
,
angry
voice
,
now
growling
like
that
of
a
beast
,
now
raving
like
that
of
a
madman
;
and
when
Diamond
came
a
little
wider
awake
,
he
knew
that
it
was
the
voice
of
the
drunken
cabman
,
the
wall
of
whose
room
was
at
the
head
of
his
bed
.
It
was
anything
but
pleasant
to
hear
,
but
he
could
not
help
hearing
it
.
At
length
there
came
a
cry
from
the
woman
,
and
then
a
scream
from
the
baby
.
Thereupon
Diamond
thought
it
time
that
somebody
did
something
,
and
as
himself
was
the
only
somebody
at
hand
,
he
must
go
and
see
whether
he
could
not
do
something
.
So
he
got
up
and
put
on
part
of
his
clothes
,
and
went
down
the
stair
,
for
the
cabman
’
s
room
did
not
open
upon
their
stair
,
and
he
had
to
go
out
into
the
yard
,
and
in
at
the
next
door
.
This
,
fortunately
,
the
cabman
,
being
drunk
,
had
left
open
.
By
the
time
he
reached
their
stair
,
all
was
still
except
the
voice
of
the
crying
baby
,
which
guided
him
to
the
right
door
.
He
opened
it
softly
,
and
peeped
in
.
There
,
leaning
back
in
a
chair
,
with
his
arms
hanging
down
by
his
sides
,
and
his
legs
stretched
out
before
him
and
supported
on
his
heels
,
sat
the
drunken
cabman
.
His
wife
lay
in
her
clothes
upon
the
bed
,
sobbing
,
and
the
baby
was
wailing
in
the
cradle
.
It
was
very
miserable
altogether
.
Now
the
way
most
people
do
when
they
see
anything
very
miserable
is
to
turn
away
from
the
sight
,
and
try
to
forget
it
.
But
Diamond
began
as
usual
to
try
to
destroy
the
misery
.
The
little
boy
was
just
as
much
one
of
God
’
s
messengers
as
if
he
had
been
an
angel
with
a
flaming
sword
,
going
out
to
fight
the
devil
.
The
devil
he
had
to
fight
just
then
was
Misery
.
And
the
way
he
fought
him
was
the
very
best
.
Like
a
wise
soldier
,
he
attacked
him
first
in
his
weakest
point
—
that
was
the
baby
;
for
Misery
can
never
get
such
a
hold
of
a
baby
as
of
a
grown
person
.
Diamond
was
knowing
in
babies
,
and
he
knew
he
could
do
something
to
make
the
baby
,
happy
;
for
although
he
had
only
known
one
baby
as
yet
,
and
although
not
one
baby
is
the
same
as
another
,
yet
they
are
so
very
much
alike
in
some
things
,
and
he
knew
that
one
baby
so
thoroughly
,
that
he
had
good
reason
to
believe
he
could
do
something
for
any
other
.
I
have
known
people
who
would
have
begun
to
fight
the
devil
in
a
very
different
and
a
very
stupid
way
.
They
would
have
begun
by
scolding
the
idiotic
cabman
;
and
next
they
would
make
his
wife
angry
by
saying
it
must
be
her
fault
as
well
as
his
,
and
by
leaving
ill
-
bred
though
well
-
meant
shabby
little
books
for
them
to
read
,
which
they
were
sure
to
hate
the
sight
of
;
while
all
the
time
they
would
not
have
put
out
a
finger
to
touch
the
wailing
baby
.
But
Diamond
had
him
out
of
the
cradle
in
a
moment
,
set
him
up
on
his
knee
,
and
told
him
to
look
at
the
light
.
Now
all
the
light
there
was
came
only
from
a
lamp
in
the
yard
,
and
it
was
a
very
dingy
and
yellow
light
,
for
the
glass
of
the
lamp
was
dirty
,
and
the
gas
was
bad
;
but
the
light
that
came
from
it
was
,
notwithstanding
,
as
certainly
light
as
if
it
had
come
from
the
sun
itself
,
and
the
baby
knew
that
,
and
smiled
to
it
;
and
although
it
was
indeed
a
wretched
room
which
that
lamp
lighted
—
so
dreary
,
and
dirty
,
and
empty
,
and
hopeless
!
—
there
in
the
middle
of
it
sat
Diamond
on
a
stool
,
smiling
to
the
baby
,
and
the
baby
on
his
knees
smiling
to
the
lamp
.
The
father
of
him
sat
staring
at
nothing
,
neither
asleep
nor
awake
,
not
quite
lost
in
stupidity
either
,
for
through
it
all
he
was
dimly
angry
with
himself
,
he
did
not
know
why
.
It
was
that
he
had
struck
his
wife
.
He
had
forgotten
it
,
but
was
miserable
about
it
,
notwithstanding
.
And
this
misery
was
the
voice
of
the
great
Love
that
had
made
him
and
his
wife
and
the
baby
and
Diamond
,
speaking
in
his
heart
,
and
telling
him
to
be
good
.
For
that
great
Love
speaks
in
the
most
wretched
and
dirty
hearts
;
only
the
tone
of
its
voice
depends
on
the
echoes
of
the
place
in
which
it
sounds
.
On
Mount
Sinai
,
it
was
thunder
;
in
the
cabman
’
s
heart
it
was
misery
;
in
the
soul
of
St
.
John
it
was
perfect
blessedness
.
By
and
by
he
became
aware
that
there
was
a
voice
of
singing
in
the
room
.
This
,
of
course
,
was
the
voice
of
Diamond
singing
to
the
baby
—
song
after
song
,
every
one
as
foolish
as
another
to
the
cabman
,
for
he
was
too
tipsy
to
part
one
word
from
another
:
all
the
words
mixed
up
in
his
ear
in
a
gurgle
without
division
or
stop
;
for
such
was
the
way
he
spoke
himself
,
when
he
was
in
this
horrid
condition
.
But
the
baby
was
more
than
content
with
Diamond
’
s
songs
,
and
Diamond
himself
was
so
contented
with
what
the
songs
were
all
about
,
that
he
did
not
care
a
bit
about
the
songs
themselves
,
if
only
baby
liked
them
.
But
they
did
the
cabman
good
as
well
as
the
baby
and
Diamond
,
for
they
put
him
to
sleep
,
and
the
sleep
was
busy
all
the
time
it
lasted
,
smoothing
the
wrinkles
out
of
his
temper
.
At
length
Diamond
grew
tired
of
singing
,
and
began
to
talk
to
the
baby
instead
.
And
as
soon
as
he
stopped
singing
,
the
cabman
began
to
wake
up
.
His
brain
was
a
little
clearer
now
,
his
temper
a
little
smoother
,
and
his
heart
not
quite
so
dirty
.
He
began
to
listen
and
he
went
on
listening
,
and
heard
Diamond
saying
to
the
baby
something
like
this
,
for
he
thought
the
cabman
was
asleep
:
