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“
What
shall
I
do
,
what
shall
I
do
,
oh
,
what
shall
I
do
,
now
?
”
After
an
interminable
walk
,
she
gained
Kearney
Street
,
and
held
it
till
the
well
-
lighted
,
well
-
kept
neighbourhood
of
the
shopping
district
gave
place
to
the
vice
-
crowded
saloons
and
concert
halls
of
the
Barbary
Coast
.
She
turned
aside
in
avoidance
of
this
,
only
to
plunge
into
the
purlieus
of
Chinatown
,
whence
only
she
emerged
,
panic
-
stricken
and
out
of
breath
,
after
a
half
hour
of
never
-
to
-
be
-
forgotten
terrors
,
and
at
a
time
when
it
had
grown
quite
dark
.
On
the
corner
of
California
and
Dupont
streets
,
she
stood
a
long
moment
,
pondering
.
“
I
MUST
do
something
,
”
she
said
to
herself
.
“
I
must
do
SOMETHING
.
”
She
was
tired
out
by
now
,
and
the
idea
occurred
to
her
to
enter
the
Catholic
church
in
whose
shadow
she
stood
,
and
sit
down
and
rest
.
This
she
did
.
The
evening
service
was
just
being
concluded
.
But
long
after
the
priests
and
altar
boys
had
departed
from
the
chancel
,
Minna
still
sat
in
the
dim
,
echoing
interior
,
confronting
her
desperate
situation
as
best
she
might
.
Two
or
three
hours
later
,
the
sexton
woke
her
.
The
church
was
being
closed
;
she
must
leave
.
Once
more
,
chilled
with
the
sharp
night
air
,
numb
with
long
sitting
in
the
same
attitude
,
still
oppressed
with
drowsiness
,
confused
,
frightened
,
Minna
found
herself
on
the
pavement
.
She
began
to
be
hungry
,
and
,
at
length
,
yielding
to
the
demand
that
every
moment
grew
more
imperious
,
bought
and
eagerly
devoured
a
five
-
cent
bag
of
fruit
.
Then
,
once
more
she
took
up
the
round
of
walking
.
At
length
,
in
an
obscure
street
that
branched
from
Kearney
Street
,
near
the
corner
of
the
Plaza
,
she
came
upon
an
illuminated
sign
,
bearing
the
inscription
,
“
Beds
for
the
Night
,
15
and
25
cents
.
”
Fifteen
cents
!
Could
she
afford
it
?
It
would
leave
her
with
only
that
much
more
,
that
much
between
herself
and
a
state
of
privation
of
which
she
dared
not
think
;
and
,
besides
,
the
forbidding
look
of
the
building
frightened
her
.
It
was
dark
,
gloomy
,
dirty
,
a
place
suggestive
of
obscure
crimes
and
hidden
terrors
.
For
twenty
minutes
or
half
an
hour
,
she
hesitated
,
walking
twice
and
three
times
around
the
block
.
At
last
,
she
made
up
her
mind
.
Exhaustion
such
as
she
had
never
known
,
weighed
like
lead
upon
her
shoulders
and
dragged
at
her
heels
.
She
must
sleep
.
She
could
not
walk
the
streets
all
night
.
She
entered
the
door
-
way
under
the
sign
,
and
found
her
way
up
a
filthy
flight
of
stairs
.
At
the
top
,
a
man
in
a
blue
checked
“
jumper
”
was
filling
a
lamp
behind
a
high
desk
.
To
him
Minna
applied
.
“
I
should
like
,
”
she
faltered
,
“
to
have
a
room
—
a
bed
for
the
night
.
One
of
those
for
fifteen
cents
will
be
good
enough
,
I
think
.
”
