they thought, but to chance it was all that remained
to us. It was Poplar, or the streets and night.
Both men were anxious for a bed, for they were
about gone, as they phrased it. The Carter,
fifty-eight years of age, had spent, the last three

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nights without shelter or sleep, while the Carpenter,
sixty-five years of age, had been out five nights.

But, O dear, soft people, full of meat and blood,
with white beds and airy rooms waiting you each
night, how can I make you know what it is to suffer
as you would suffer if you spent a weary night on

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v?