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“
Oh
,
I
ain
’
t
going
to
be
bothered
,
”
shrilled
the
other
.
“
How
do
I
know
?
”
The
truth
of
the
matter
was
that
Mrs
.
Hooven
,
afraid
to
stay
in
the
vicinity
of
the
house
,
after
her
eviction
,
and
threatened
with
arrest
by
the
landlady
if
she
persisted
in
hanging
around
,
had
left
with
the
woman
a
note
scrawled
on
an
old
blotter
,
to
be
given
to
Minna
when
she
returned
.
This
the
landlady
had
lost
.
To
cover
her
confusion
,
she
affected
a
vast
indignation
,
and
a
turbulent
,
irascible
demeanour
.
“
I
ain
’
t
going
to
be
bothered
with
such
cattle
as
you
,
”
she
vociferated
in
Minna
’
s
face
.
“
I
don
’
t
know
where
your
folks
is
.
Me
,
I
only
have
dealings
with
honest
people
.
I
ain
’
t
got
a
word
to
say
so
long
as
the
rent
is
paid
.
But
when
I
’
m
soldiered
out
of
a
week
’
s
lodging
,
then
I
’
m
done
.
You
get
right
along
now
.
I
don
’
t
know
you
.
I
ain
’
t
going
to
have
my
place
get
a
bad
name
by
having
any
South
of
Market
Street
chippies
hanging
around
.
You
get
along
,
or
I
’
ll
call
an
officer
.
”
Minna
sought
the
street
,
her
head
in
a
whirl
.
It
was
about
five
o
’
clock
.
In
her
pocket
was
thirty
-
five
cents
,
all
she
had
in
the
world
.
What
now
?
All
at
once
,
the
Terror
of
the
City
,
that
blind
,
unreasoned
fear
that
only
the
outcast
knows
,
swooped
upon
her
,
and
clutched
her
vulture
-
wise
,
by
the
throat
.
Her
first
few
days
’
experience
in
the
matter
of
finding
employment
,
had
taught
her
just
what
she
might
expect
from
this
new
world
upon
which
she
had
been
thrown
.
What
was
to
become
of
her
?
What
was
she
to
do
,
where
was
she
to
go
?
Unanswerable
,
grim
questions
,
and
now
she
no
longer
had
herself
to
fear
for
.
Her
mother
and
the
baby
,
little
Hilda
,
both
of
them
equally
unable
to
look
after
themselves
,
what
was
to
become
of
them
,
where
were
they
gone
?
Lost
,
lost
,
all
of
them
,
herself
as
well
.
But
she
rallied
herself
,
as
she
walked
along
.
The
idea
of
her
starving
,
of
her
mother
and
Hilda
starving
,
was
out
of
all
reason
.
Of
course
,
it
would
not
come
to
that
,
of
course
not
.
It
was
not
thus
that
starvation
came
.
Something
would
happen
,
of
course
,
it
would
—
in
time
.
But
meanwhile
,
meanwhile
,
how
to
get
through
this
approaching
night
,
and
the
next
few
days
.
That
was
the
thing
to
think
of
just
now
.
The
suddenness
of
it
all
was
what
most
unnerved
her
.
During
all
the
nineteen
years
of
her
life
,
she
had
never
known
what
it
meant
to
shift
for
herself
.
Her
father
had
always
sufficed
for
the
family
;
he
had
taken
care
of
her
,
then
,
all
of
a
sudden
,
her
father
had
been
killed
,
her
mother
snatched
from
her
.
Then
all
of
a
sudden
there
was
no
help
anywhere
.
Then
all
of
a
sudden
a
terrible
voice
demanded
of
her
,
“
Now
just
what
can
you
do
to
keep
yourself
alive
?
”
Life
faced
her
;
she
looked
the
huge
stone
image
squarely
in
the
lustreless
eyes
.
It
was
nearly
twilight
.
Minna
,
for
the
sake
of
avoiding
observation
—
for
it
seemed
to
her
that
now
a
thousand
prying
glances
followed
her
—
assumed
a
matter
-
of
-
fact
demeanour
,
and
began
to
walk
briskly
toward
the
business
quarter
of
the
town
.
She
was
dressed
neatly
enough
,
in
a
blue
cloth
skirt
with
a
blue
plush
belt
,
fairly
decent
shoes
,
once
her
mother
’
s
,
a
pink
shirt
waist
,
and
jacket
and
a
straw
sailor
.
She
was
,
in
an
unusual
fashion
,
pretty
.
Even
her
troubles
had
not
dimmed
the
bright
light
of
her
pale
,
greenish
-
blue
eyes
,
nor
faded
the
astonishing
redness
of
her
lips
,
nor
hollowed
her
strangely
white
face
.
Her
blue
-
black
hair
was
trim
.
She
carried
her
well
-
shaped
,
well
-
rounded
figure
erectly
.
Even
in
her
distress
,
she
observed
that
men
looked
keenly
at
her
,
and
sometimes
after
her
as
she
went
along
.
But
this
she
noted
with
a
dim
sub
-
conscious
faculty
.
The
real
Minna
,
harassed
,
terrified
,
lashed
with
a
thousand
anxieties
,
kept
murmuring
under
her
breath
:
