Like a flash, for all his eighty-seven years, the
old sailor was speeding away on the desperate
chance of finding shelter elsewhere. I stood and
debated with two other men, wise in the knowledge
of casual wards, as to where we should go. They
decided on the Poplar Workhouse, three miles
away, and we started off.

As we rounded the corner, one of them said, " I
could a got in ere to-day. I come by at one o clock,
an the line was beginnin to form then pets,
that s what they are. They let m in, the same
ones, night upon night."

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