the docker nodded, tucking away a couple of crusts
himself.

At three in the morning I strolled up the Em
bankment. It was a gala night for the homeless,
for the police were elsewhere; and each bench was
jammed with sleeping occupants. There were as

[{Ox THE EMBANKMENT AT THREE IN THE MORNING.}]

many women as men, and the great majority of
them, male and female, were old. Occasionally a
boy was to be seen. On one bench I noticed a
family, a man sitting upright with a sleeping
babe in his arms, his wife asleep, her head on his
shoulder, and in her lap the head of a sleeping
youngster. The man s eyes were wide open. He
was staring out over the water and thinking, which
is not a good thing for a shelterless man with a

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