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1 boys might have taken any of a dozen paths to arrive|f his point, but she knew they must eventually turn intoI one she now took for the journey home. Call, you're some friend, he said. Call's got to be the one to out-suffer everybody, that's the pint. 'These be yourling eyes.

Upon the road, wrapped in rags andskins, their breath clouding in the cold, trudged the usualconglomeration of feckless wanderers, gypsies, tinkers,navvies, moochers, beggars and tradesfolk. ^'Now, now, there's a good gentleman, we'll have none a that!' she hissed into his ear. The women in the front row observing him atthis silly task began to giggle. 'See it ain't got no windowsfor boltin', and there be a key in the door what yacan use to lock it!* She walke