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Updated: May 25, 2025
"You you can't!" choked the woman, without raising her head from the corner of the ragged shawl that she was holding over her eyes. "Nobody can't! Bill, he's gone, and Eddy's gone, and Mr. Micolo says he won't let me in. So there ain't nothin' to do. Let me alone oh dear, oh dear, dear!" Fresh tears and grief.
And as Gabriel and the woman turned into the street, the little knot of curiosity-seekers dissolved into its component atoms, and vanished. "It it's all along o' that there Mr. Micolo!" the woman suddenly exclaimed, "Him an' his rent-bill! If he'd ha' let me in, there, tonight, I could ha' got Ed's things an' then started to my sister's, out to Scottsville. But he wouldn't.
Well, when I gets out, the boy's dead. An' they never even tells me, till I goes back! An' I can't even get his things. Because why? Mrs. McCane's gone, Gord knows where, an' Mr. Micolo says I still owe two-seventy-five. I want to get down there to Scottsville, to my sister's; but curse me if I'll go till I pay that devil an' get them clothes!"
Come back, before it is too late!" some ghostly voice seemed calling in his ear. But still, he did not fully understand. Still he remained there, his mind obsessed by the plausibility of the woman's story and by the pity he so keenly felt. And now he heard her voice again: "Mr. Micolo! Oh, Mr. Micolo! Where are you?" Striking a match, he advanced into the room.
The little knot of spectators, still growing, nodded with approval, and figuratively licked its lips, in satisfaction. Somewhere a boy snickered. "Come, come," said Gabriel, bending close over the grief-stricken woman, "pull together, and let's hear what the trouble is! Who's Bill, and who's Eddy and what about Mr. Micolo? Come, tell me. I'm sure I can do something to straighten things out."
"If so, come in here, where we can talk quietly and get things straight." He pointed at a cheap restaurant, across the street. "Hungry? Gord, yes!" she exclaimed. Only I I wouldn't ask, if I fell on the sidewalk! Fifty cents yes, I got that much, but I been tryin' to get enough to pay Mr. Micolo, an' get hold of Ed's things, an' " "All right, forget that, now," commanded Gabriel.
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