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Chapter 27 |
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"How long have you been living here?" he asked. "Nearly a year," she answered. "Why did you come?" "I had to live," she said; "and I couldn't see the children starve." He paused for a moment, watching her. "You were out of work?" he asked, finally. "I got sick," she replied. "and after that I had no money. And then Stanislovas died--" "Stanislovas dead!" "Yes," said Marija, "I forgot. You didn't know about it." "How did he die?" "Rats killed him," she answered. Jurgis gave a gasp. "Rats killed him!" "Yes," said the other; she was bending over, lacing her shoes as she spoke. "He was working in an oil factory--at least he was hired by the men to get their beer. He used to carry cans on a long pole; and he'd drink a little out of each can, and one day he drank too much, and fell asleep in a corner, and got locked up in the place all night. When they found him the rats had killed him and eaten him nearly all up." Jurgis sat, frozen with horror. Marija went on lacing up her shoes. There was a long silence. Suddenly a big policeman came to the door. "Hurry up, there," he said. "As quick as I can," said Marija, and she stood up and began putting on her corsets with feverish haste. "Are the rest of the people alive?" asked Jurgis, finally. "Yes," she said. "Where are they?" |
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