Insidetheshopmoredanglingspectreshungandtheplacewasalmostdark。Itwasashabbypawnshop,andthemanloungingbehindthecounterwasashabbymanwithanunshaven,unamiableface。
"Iwanttolookatthatpistolintheright—handcornerofyourwindow,"
AntonyDartsaid。
Thepawnbrokerutteredasoundsomethingbetweenahalf—laughandagrunt。Hetooktheweaponfromthewindow。
AntonyDartexamineditcritically。
Hemustmakequitesureofit。Hemadenofurtherremark。
Hefelthehaddonewithspeech。
Beingtoldthepriceaskedforthepurchase,hedrewouthispurseandtookthemoneyfromit。Aftermakingthepaymenthenotedthathestillpossessedafive—poundnoteandsomesovereigns。Therepassedthroughhismindawonderastowhowouldspendit。Themostdecentthing,perhaps,wouldbetogiveitaway。Ifitwasinhisroom——to—morrow——theparishwouldnotburyhim,anditwouldbesaferthattheparishshould。
Hewasthinkingofthisashelefttheshopandbegantocrossthestreet。Becausehismindwaswanderinghewaslesswatchful。Suddenlyarubber—tiredhansom,movingwithoutsound,appearedimmediatelyinhispath——thehorse’sheadloomedupabovehisown。Hemadetheinevitableinvoluntarywhirlasidetomoveoutoftheway,thehansompassed,andturningagain,hewenton。Hismovementhadbeentooswifttoallowofhisrealizingthedirectioninwhichhisturnhadbeenmade。Hewaswhollyunawarethatwhenhecrossedthestreethecrossedbackwardinsteadofforward。Heturnedacornerliterallyfeelinghisway,wenton,turnedanother,andafterwalkingthelengthofthestreet,suddenlyunderstoodthathewasinastrangeplaceandhadlosthisbearings。
Thiswasexactlywhathadhappenedtopeopleonthedayofthememorablefogofthreeyearsbefore。
Hehadheardthemtalkingofsuchexperiences,andofthecuriousandbafflingsensationstheygaverisetointhebrain。Nowheunderstoodthem。Hecouldnotbefarfromhislodgings,buthefeltlikeamanwhowasblind,andwhohadbeenturnedoutofthepathheknew。
Hehadnottheresourceofthepeoplewhosestorieshehadheard。Hewouldnotstopandaddressanyone。
Therecouldbenocertaintyastowhomhemightfindhimselfspeakingto。Hewouldspeaktonoone。
Hewouldwanderaboutuntilhecameuponsomeclew。Evenifhecameuponnone,thefogwouldsurelyliftalittleandbecomeatriflelessdenseincourseoftime。Hedrewupthecollarofhisovercoat,pulledhishatdownoverhiseyesandwenton——hishandonthethinghehadthrustintoapocket。
Hedidnotfindhisclewashehadhoped,andinsteadofliftingthefoggrewheavier。Hefoundhimselfatlastnolongerstrivingforanyend,butramblingalongmechanically,feelinglikeamaninadream——anightmare。Onceherecognizedaweirdsuggestioninthemysteryabouthim。To—morrowmightonebewanderingaboutaimlesslyinsomesuchhaze。Hehopednot。
HislodgingswerenotfarfromtheEmbankment,andheknewatlastthathewaswanderingalongit,andhadreachedoneofthebridges。
Hismoodledhimtoturninuponit,andwhenhereachedanembrasuretostopnearitandleanupontheparapetlookingdown。Hecouldnotseethewater,thefogwastoodense,buthecouldhearsomefaintsplashingagainststones。Hehadtakennofoodandwasratherfaint。
Whatastrangethingitwastofeelfaintforwantoffood——tostandalone,cutofffromeveryotherhumanbeing——everythingdonefor。
Nowonderthatsometimes,particularlyonsuchdaysasthese,therewereplungesmadefromtheparapet——nowonder。Heleanedfartheroverandstrainedhiseyestoseesomegleamofwaterthroughtheyellowness。Butitwasnottobedone。Hewasthinkingtheinevitablething,ofcourse;butsuchaplungewouldnotdoforhim。Theotherthingwoulddestroyalltraces。
Ashedrewbackheheardsomethingfallwiththesolidtinklingsoundofcoinontheflagpavement。
Whenhehadbeeninthepawnbroker’sshophehadtakenthegoldfromhispurseandthrustitcarelesslyintohiswaistcoatpocket,thinkingthatitwouldbeeasytoreachwhenhechosetogiveittoonebeggaroranother,ifheshouldseesomewretchwhowouldbethebetterforit。Somemovementhehadmadeinbendinghadcausedasovereigntoslipoutandithadfallenuponthestones。
Hedidnotintendtopickitup,butinthemomentinwhichhestoodlookingdownatitheheardclosetohimashufflingmovement。
Whathehadthoughtabundleofragsorrubbishcoveredwithsacking——sometramp’sdesertedorforgottenbelongings——wasstirring。Itwasalive,andashebenttolookatitthesackingdivideditself,andasmallhead,coveredwithashockofbrilliantredhair,thrustitselfout,ashrewd,smallfaceturningtolookupathimslylywithdeep—setblackeyes。
Itwasahumangirlcreatureabouttwelveyearsold。
"Areyergoin’todoit?"shesaidinahoarse,street—strainedvoice。
"Yerwouldbeafoolifyerdid——
withasmuchasthatonyer。"
Shepointedwithareddened,chapped,anddirtyhandatthesovereign。
"Pickitup,"hesaid。"Youmayhaveit。"
Herwildshuffleforwardwasanactualleap。Thehandmadeasnatchingclutchatthecoin。Shewasevidentlyafraidthathewaseithernotinearnestorwouldrepent。Thenextsecondshewasonherfeetandreadyforflight。
"Stop,"hesaid;"I’vegotmoretogiveaway。"
Shehesitated——notbelievinghim,yetfeelingitmadnesstoloseachance。
"MORE!"shegasped。Thenshedrewnearertohim,andasingularchangecameuponherface。Itwasachangewhichmadeherlookoddlyhuman。
"Gawd,mister!"shesaid。"Yercangiveawayaquidlikeitwasnothin’——an’yer’vegotmore——an’
yergoin’todoTHAT——jescosyer’adabittoomuchlarsnightan’there’safogthismornin’!Youtakeitstraightfromme——don’tyerdoit。
Igiveyerthattipforthesuvrink。"
Shewas,forheryears,souglyandsoancient,andhardenedinvoiceandskinandmannerthatshefascinatedhim。NotthatamanwhohasnoTo—morrowinviewislikelytobeparticularlyconsciousofmentalprocesses。Hewasdonefor,buthestoodandstaredather。WhatpartofthePowermovingtheschemeoftheuniversestoodnearandthrusthimoninthepathdesignedhedidnotknowthen——perhapsneverdid。Hewasstillholdingontothethinginhispocket,buthespoketoheragain。
"Whatdoyoumean?"heaskedglumly。
Shesidlednearer,hersharpeyesonhisface。
"Ibinwatchin’yer,"shesaid。
"Isatdownandpulledthesackoverme’eadtobreatheinsideitan’
getabitwarm。An’Iseeyercome。
Iknowedwotyerwasafter,Idid。
Iwatchedyerthrougha’oleinmesack。Iwasn’tgoin’tocallacopper。
Ishouldn’twantterbestoppedmeselfifImadeupmemind。I
seedagaldraggedoutlas’weekan’
it’dabrokeyer’arttosee’ertear’erclothesan’scream。Wotbusiness’adtheypreventin’’ergoin’offquiet?Iwouldn’t’a’stoppedyer——butw’enthequidfell,thatmadeitdifferent。"
"I——"hesaid,feelingthefoolishnessofthestatement,butmakingit,nevertheless,"Iamill。"
"Courseyerill。It’syer’ead。
Comealongermean’getacupercawfeeatastand,an’buckup。Ifyer’vegivemethatquidstraight——
wish—yer—may—die——I’llgowithyeran’getacupmyself。Iain’t’adabitesinceyesterday——an’’twa’n’tnothin’
butasliceo’polonysossidgeIfoundonadust—’eap。Comeon,mister。"
Shepulledhiscoatwithhercrackedhand。Heglanceddownatitmechanically,andsawthatsomeofthefissureshadbledandtheroughenedsurfacewassmearedwiththeblood。Theystoodtogetherinthesmallspaceinwhichthefogenclosedthem——heandshe——themanwithnoTo—morrowandthegirlthingwhoseemedasoldashimself,withhersharp,smallnoseandchin,hersharpeyesandvoice——andyet——perhapsthefogsenclosingdidit——somethingdrewthemtogetherinanuncannyway。
Somethingmadehimforgetthelostclewtothelodging—house——
somethingmadehimturnandgowithher——athingledinthedark。
"Howcanyoufindyourway?"
hesaid。"Ilostmine。"
"Thereain’tnofogcanloseme,"
sheanswered,shufflingalongbyhisside;"’sides,it’sgoin’tolift。
Lookatthatmancomin’to’ardsus。"
Itwastruethattheycouldseethroughtheorange—coloredmisttheapproachingfigureofamanwhowasatayard’sdistancefromthem。
Yes,itwasliftingslightly——atleastenoughtoallowofone’smakingaguessatthedirectioninwhichonemoved。
"Whereareyougoing?"heasked。
"AppleBlossomCourt,"sheanswered。"Thecawfee—stand’sinastreetnearit——andthere’sashopwhereIcanbuythings。"
"AppleBlossomCourt!"heejaculated。"Whataname!"
"Thereain’tnoapple—blossomsthere,"chuckling;"nornosmellof’em。’Tain’tasniceasitsnimeis——AppleBlossomCourtain’t。"
"Whatdoyouwanttobuy?A
pairofshoes?"Theshoeshernakedfeetwerethrustintowereleprous—lookingthingsthroughwhichnearlyallhertoesprotruded。Butshechuckledwhenhespoke。
"No,I’mgoin’tobuyadi’mondtirarertogototheoperyin,"shesaid,draggingheroldsackcloserroundherneck。"Iain’tadanoounsinceIwenttothelastDrorin’—
room。"
Itwasimpudentstreetchaff,buttherewascheerfulspiritinit,andcheerfulspirithassomeocculteffectuponmorbidity。AntonyDartdidnotsmile,buthefeltafaintstirringofcuriosity,whichwas,afterall,notabadthingforamanwhohadnotfeltaninterestforayear。
"Whatisityouaregoingtobuy?"
"I’mgoin’tofillmestummickfust,"withagrinofelation。"Threethicksliceso’breadan’drippin’an’
amugo’cawfee。An’thenI’mgoin’togetsumethin’’eartytocarrytoPolly。Sheain’tnogood,porething!"
"Whoisshe?"
Stoppingamomenttodraguptheheelofherdreadfulshoe,sheansweredhimwithanunprejudiceddirectnesswhichmighthavebeenappallingifhehadbeeninthemoodtobeappalled。
"Ain’teighteen,an’tryin’toearn’erlivin’onthestreet。Sheain’tmadeforit。Littlecountrything,allusfrightenedtodeathan’readytobustoutcryin’。Gentsain’tgoin’
tostandthat。Alotof’emwantscheerin’upasmuchasshedoes。
Gentaswasinliquorlastnightknocked’erdownan’give’erablackeye。’Twan’tillfeelin’,buthelosthistemper,an’give’eraknockcasual。Shecan’tgooutto—night,an’she’sbeen’uddledupalldaycryin’for’ermother。"
"Whereishermother?"
"Inthecountry——onafarm。
Pollytookaplaceinalodgin’—’ousean’gotintrouble。Thebibywasdead,an’whenshecomeouto’
QueenCharlotte’sshewastookinbyawomanan’kep’。Shekicked’eroutinaweek’cosofhercryin’。
Thelifedidn’tsuit’er。Ifound’ercryin’fittosplit’erchistonenight——cornero’AppleBlossomCourt——
an’Itookcareof’er。"
"Where?"
"Mechambers,"grinning;"toploftofa’ouseinthecourt。Ifanyoneelse’d’aveitIshouldbeturnedout。It’san’ole,Icantellyer——
butit’sbetterthansleepin’underthebridges。"
"Takemetoseeit,"saidAntonyDart。"Iwanttoseethegirl。"
Thewordsspokethemselves。Whyshouldhecaretoseeeithercockloftorgirl?Hedidnot。Hewantedtogobacktohislodgingswiththatwhichhehadcomeouttobuy。
Yethesaidthisthing。Hiscompanionlookedupathimwithanexpressionactuallyrelieved。
"Wouldyertikeupwith’er?"
witheagersharpness,asifconfrontingasimplebusinessproposition。
"She’sprettyan’clean,an’shewon’tdrinkadropo’nothin’。Ifshewastreatedkindshe’dbecheerfler。She’sgotaroundficean’
light’airan’eyes。’Er’air’scurly。
P’rapsyer’dlike’er。"
"Takemetoseeher。"
"She’dlookbetterto—morrow,"
cautiously,"whentheswellin’sgonedownround’ereye。"
Dartstarted——anditwasbecausehehadforthelastfiveminutesforgottensomething。
"Ishallnotbehereto—morrow,"
hesaid。Hisgraspuponthethinginhispockethadloosened,andhetightenedit。
"Ihavesomemoremoneyinmypurse,"hesaiddeliberately。"I
meanttogiveitawaybeforegoing。
Iwanttogiveittopeoplewhoneeditverymuch。"
Shegavehimoneofthesly,squintingglances。
"Deservin’cases?"Sheputittohiminbrazenmockery。
"Idon’tcare,"heansweredslowlyandheavily。"Idon’tcareadamn。"
Herfacechangedexactlyashehadseenitchangeonthebridgewhenshehaddrawnnearertohim。
Itsuglyhardnesssuddenlylookedhuman。Andthatshecouldlookhumanwasfantastic。
"’Owmuch’aveyer?"sheasked。
"’Owmuchisit?"
"Abouttenpounds。"
Shestoppedandstaredathimwithopenmouth。
"Gawd!"shebrokeout;"tenpounds’dsendAppleBlossomCourtto’eving。Leastways,it’dtakesomeofitouto’’ell。"
"Takemetoit,"hesaidroughly。
"Takeme。"
Shebegantowalkquickly,breathingfast。Thefogwaslighter,anditwasnolongerablindingthing。
AquestionoccurredtoDart。
"Whydon’tyouaskmetogivethemoneytoyou?"hesaidbluntly。
"Dunno,"sheansweredasbluntly。
Butaftertakingafewstepsfarthershespokeagain。
"I’mcheerflerthanmostof’em,"
sheelaborated。"Ifyerborncheerfleyercanstandthings。WhenI
getsajobnussin’women’sbibiestheydon’tcrywhenI’andles’em。
Igetsmanyabitean’acopper’coso’that。Folkslikesyer。IshallgetonbetterthanPollywhenI’moldenoughtogoonthestreet。"
Theorganofwhoselagging,sickpumpingsAntonyDarthadscarcelybeenawareformonthsgaveasuddenleapinhisbreast。Hisbloodactuallyhasteneditspace,andranthroughhisveinsinsteadofcrawling——adistinctphysicaleffectofanactualmentalcondition。Itwasproduceduponhimbythemerematter—of—factordinarinessofhertone。Hehadneverbeenasenti—
mentalman,andhadlongceasedtobeafeelingone,butatthatmomentsomethingemotionalandnormalhappenedtohim。
"Youexpecttoliveinthatway?"
hesaid。
"Ain’tnothin’elsefermetodo。
WishtIwasbetterlookin’。ButI’vegotalotof’air,"clawinghermop,"an’it’sred。Oneday,"
chuckling,"agentsestome——heses:`Oh!yer’lldo。Yeranuglylittledevil——butyeAREadevil。’"
Shewasleadinghimthroughanarrow,filthybackstreet,andshestopped,grinningupinhisface。
"Isay,mister,"shewheedled,"let’sstopatthecawfee—stand。
It’supthisway。"
Whenheaccededandfollowedher,shequicklyturnedacorner。
Theywereinanotherlanethickwithfog,whichflaredwiththeflameoftorchesstuckincosters’
barrowswhichstoodhereandthere。
barrowswithfriedfishuponthem,barrowswithsecond—hand—lookingvegetablesandotherspiledwithmorethansecond—hand—lookinggarments。