bones, and then work like a navvy next day to pay
for it.

My second attempt to break into the casual ward
began more auspiciously. I started in the middle
of the afternoon, accompanied by the burning young
socialist and another friend, and all I had in my

[{THE LINE WAITING BEFORE WHITECHAPEL WORKHOUSE.}]

pocket was thru pence. They piloted me to the
Whitechapel Workhouse, at which I peered from
around a friendly corner. It was a few minutes
past five in the afternoon, but already a long and
melancholy line was formed, which strung out
around the corner of the building and out of sio-ht.

It was a most woful picture, men and women

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