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"All you want is something to eat and a place to sleep, isn't it?" "Yes," he said; "but then I don't like to go there after I left them and while I have nothing to do, and while you you " "Go on!" said Marija, giving him a push. "What are you talking? I won't give you money," she added, as she followed him to the door, "because you'll drink it up, and do yourself harm.
The winter went, and the spring came, and found them still living thus from hand to mouth, hanging on day by day, with literally not a month's wages between them and starvation. Marija was in despair, for there was still no word about the reopening of the canning factory, and her savings were almost entirely gone.
She heard him, and glanced around; then she shrank back and half sprang to her feet in amazement. "Jurgis!" she gasped. For a second or two they stood staring at each other. "How did you come here?" Marija exclaimed. "I came to see you," he answered. "When?" "Just now." "But how did you know who told you I was here?" "Alena Jasaityte. I met her on the street."
There is Teta Elzbieta, and Marija, sobbing loudly; and then there is only the silent night, with the stars beginning to pale a little in the east. Jurgis, without a word, lifts Ona in his arms, and strides out with her, and she sinks her head upon his shoulder with a moan.
And she would go back to the chase of it and no sooner be fairly started than her chariot would be thrown off the track, so to speak, by the stupidity of those thrice accursed musicians. Each time, Marija would emit a howl and fly at them, shaking her fists in their faces, stamping upon the floor, purple and incoherent with rage.
She stood in the doorway, shepherded by Cousin Marija, breathless from pushing through the crowd, and in her happiness painful to look upon. There was a light of wonder in her eyes and her lids trembled, and her otherwise wan little face was flushed. She wore a muslin dress, conspicuously white, and a stiff little veil coming to her shoulders.
They could not understand why the union had not prevented it, and the very first time she attended a meeting Marija got up and made a speech about it. It was a business meeting, and was transacted in English, but that made no difference to Marija; she said what was in her, and all the pounding of the chairman's gavel and all the uproar and confusion in the room could not prevail.
On the floor below four or five other girls sat upon trunks in the hall, making fun of the procession which filed by them. They were noisy and hilarious, and had evidently been drinking; one of them, who wore a bright red kimono, shouted and screamed in a voice that drowned out all the other sounds in the hall and Jurgis took a glance at her, and then gave a start, and a cry, "Marija!"
The girls worked at a long table, and behind them walked a woman with pencil and notebook, keeping count of the number they finished. This woman was, of course, only human, and sometimes made mistakes; when this happened, there was no redress if on Saturday you got less money than you had earned, you had to make the best of it. But Marija did not understand this, and made a disturbance.
And then there was Stanislovas and his awful fate that brief story which Marija had narrated so calmly, with such dull indifference! The poor little fellow, with his frostbitten fingers and his terror of the snow his wailing voice rang in Jurgis's ears, as he lay there in the darkness, until the sweat started on his forehead.
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