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The
night
was
dreadful
;
Hilda
sobbed
herself
to
sleep
on
her
mother
’
s
shoulder
,
waking
thereafter
from
hour
to
hour
,
to
protest
,
though
wrapped
in
her
mother
’
s
shawl
,
that
she
was
cold
,
and
to
enquire
why
they
did
not
go
to
bed
.
Drunken
men
snored
and
sprawled
near
at
hand
.
Towards
morning
,
a
loafer
,
reeking
of
alcohol
,
sat
down
beside
her
,
and
indulged
in
an
incoherent
soliloquy
,
punctuated
with
oaths
and
obscenities
.
It
was
not
till
far
along
towards
daylight
that
she
fell
asleep
.
She
awoke
to
find
it
broad
day
.
Hilda
—
mercifully
—
slept
.
Her
mother
’
s
limbs
were
stiff
and
lame
with
cold
and
damp
;
her
head
throbbed
.
She
moved
to
another
bench
which
stood
in
the
rays
of
the
sun
,
and
for
a
long
two
hours
sat
there
in
the
thin
warmth
,
till
the
moisture
of
the
night
that
clung
to
her
clothes
was
evaporated
.
A
policeman
came
into
view
.
She
woke
Hilda
,
and
carrying
her
in
her
arms
,
took
herself
away
.
“
Mammy
,
”
began
Hilda
as
soon
as
she
was
well
awake
;
“
Mammy
,
I
’
m
hungry
.
I
want
mein
breakfest
.
”
“
Sure
,
sure
,
soon
now
,
leedle
tochter
.
”
She
herself
was
hungry
,
but
she
had
but
little
thought
of
that
.
How
was
Hilda
to
be
fed
?
She
remembered
her
experience
of
the
previous
day
,
when
the
young
man
with
the
hose
had
given
her
money
.
Was
it
so
easy
,
then
,
to
beg
?
Could
charity
be
had
for
the
asking
?
So
it
seemed
;
but
all
that
was
left
of
her
sturdy
independence
revolted
at
the
thought
.
SHE
beg
!
SHE
hold
out
the
hand
to
strangers
!
“
Mammy
,
I
’
m
hungry
.
”
There
was
no
other
way
.
It
must
come
to
that
in
the
end
.
Why
temporise
,
why
put
off
the
inevitable
?
She
sought
out
a
frequented
street
where
men
and
women
were
on
their
way
to
work
.
One
after
another
,
she
let
them
go
by
,
searching
their
faces
,
deterred
at
the
very
last
moment
by
some
trifling
variation
of
expression
,
a
firm
set
mouth
,
a
serious
,
level
eyebrow
,
an
advancing
chin
.
Then
,
twice
,
when
she
had
made
a
choice
,
and
brought
her
resolution
to
the
point
of
speech
,
she
quailed
,
shrinking
,
her
ears
tingling
,
her
whole
being
protesting
against
the
degradation
.
Every
one
must
be
looking
at
her
.
Her
shame
was
no
doubt
the
object
of
an
hundred
eyes
.
“
Mammy
,
I
’
m
hungry
,
”
protested
Hilda
again
.
