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“
Yes
,
ma
’
am
.
”
“
Well
,
I
’
ll
give
you
the
address
.
She
lives
up
in
North
Berkeley
.
”
She
turned
back
into
the
house
a
moment
,
and
returned
,
handing
Minna
a
card
.
“
That
’
s
where
she
lives
—
careful
not
to
BLOT
it
,
child
,
the
ink
’
s
wet
yet
—
you
had
better
see
her
.
”
“
Is
it
far
?
Could
I
walk
there
?
”
“
My
,
no
;
you
better
take
the
electric
cars
,
about
six
blocks
above
here
.
”
When
Minna
arrived
in
North
Berkeley
,
she
had
no
money
left
.
By
a
cruel
mistake
,
she
had
taken
a
car
going
in
the
wrong
direction
,
and
though
her
error
was
rectified
easily
enough
,
it
had
cost
her
her
last
five
-
cent
piece
.
She
was
now
to
try
her
last
hope
.
Promptly
it
crumbled
away
.
Like
the
former
,
this
place
had
been
already
filled
,
and
Minna
left
the
door
of
the
house
with
the
certainty
that
her
chance
had
come
to
naught
,
and
that
now
she
entered
into
the
last
struggle
with
life
—
the
death
struggle
—
shorn
of
her
last
pitiful
defence
,
her
last
safeguard
,
her
last
penny
.
As
she
once
more
resumed
her
interminable
walk
,
she
realised
she
was
weak
,
faint
;
and
she
knew
that
it
was
the
weakness
of
complete
exhaustion
,
and
the
faintness
of
approaching
starvation
.
Was
this
the
end
coming
on
?
Terror
of
death
aroused
her
.
“
I
MUST
,
I
MUST
do
something
,
oh
,
anything
.
I
must
have
something
to
eat
.
”
At
this
late
hour
,
the
idea
of
pawning
her
little
jacket
occurred
to
her
,
but
now
she
was
far
away
from
the
city
and
its
pawnshops
,
and
there
was
no
getting
back
.
