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What's the use of being out of work for a few extra shillings a week and letting us all starve.... No; I shan't shut up!" she added, as her husband tried to check her flow of eloquence. "It's true, what I'm saying. You've always been treated fair at Heeler's, and never no complaints till that new manager came, but now ... nothing right! Something always wrong." She turned to Peg.
"There's been trouble down at Heeler's, you know." Faith knew, but it had not interested her. She never wished to think of Heeler's any more. It was like another part of her life a part she only wanted to forget. The Beggar Man had turned to the door. "Well, good-bye," he said constrainedly.
She looked at Ben again. "Why aren't you at Heeler's?" she asked. He laughed sheepishly, and exchanged glances with her stepfather. "Because we ain't, that's why," he said, significantly. Peg's mother broke in fretfully: "A lazy, ungrateful lot that's what I say they are! Never satisfied!
That's what I want to know." The Beggar Man met her gaze steadily. "Well, I married her, didn't I?" he asked. "I know, but you've let her down in other ways; you never told her that Heeler's belonged to you." "That is no business of yours." "Perhaps not," she agreed, "but you'll find it is of hers.
"Come on," she said again, with an unconscious note of imperiousness in her voice, and Faith obeyed. That was Faith's initiation into the workings of Heeler's blouse factory. It was the beginning, also, of a lifelong friendship between herself and Peg Fraser. During the day Peg asked many questions. "Have you got a father and mother?" "A mother she's delicate." "Oh! Any brothers and sisters?"
He was Scammel who had ruined her father, Scammel for whose sake all those girls at Heeler's factory worked and sweated, and made money whereby to enrich him. "I don't know why you came here, anyway," she said helplessly. He flushed and bit a lip, but he answered gently enough: "I came straight to you, of course! Who had a better right! Have you forgotten so soon that you are my wife?"
In a sense it was true, for things at Heeler's were not going particularly well, and there had lately been a good deal of unrest amongst his workpeople. Forrester kept all his worries to himself, and by doing so doubled his burden. There is nothing so hard to carry as a trouble unshared, but there was nobody in whom he could confide.
What would they say to her, she wondered. Not that she cared. Peg had never got on with her mother, who had married again, her second husband being a man named Johnson, employed at Heeler's factory. There were two small step-brothers, rough, red-haired little boys, too like their father for Peg to care about them.
Supposing she had still to go on, week in and week out, in Heeler's noisy, stifling factory. A feeling of desperation seized her she could not bear it she would die if she never saw him again. She remembered in a panic that she did not know where to find him, that he had never told her where he lived, or given her any address.
The big man was sitting opposite to her now, and his eyes were kind as they noted her distress. "It's all right," he said cheerily. "You're not fit to walk. Just tell me where you live and I'll drive you straight home. Feel better?" "Yes." She began a trembling apology. "It was the sun, I suppose; it's been so hot all day." "Do you work in the city?" "Yes at Heeler's." "Oh, that place!"
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