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A hand tried the door, then knocked loudly. 'Mrs. Candy, cried a stranger. The three crouched together, terror-stricken, holding their breath. Pennyloaf pressed her husband in an agonised embrace. 'Mrs. Candy, you're wanted on business. Open the door. If you don't open, we shall force it. 'No no! Pennyloaf whispered in her mother's ear. 'They shan't come in! Don't stir.
Seemingly it was a chance meeting, but she put a question at once almost as though she had been waiting for him. 'Have you seen Pennyloaf lately, Mr. Kirkwood? Pennyloaf? The name suggested Bob Hewett, who again suggested John Hewett, and so Sidney fell upon thoughts of some one who two days ago had found a refuge in John's home.
There's one gone to the back-door, and there's one talkin' to Mrs. Hope at the front. 'Then they've followed Pennyloaf, he replied, in a tone of despair. 'They've followed Pennyloaf. It was the truth. She had been watched all day, and was now tracked to Shooter's Gardens, to this house. Mrs.
She stepped to the door. 'Miss Snowdon! Jane turned, and after an instant of mock severity, broke into a laugh which seemed to fill the wretched den with sunlight. Words, too, she found; words of soothing influence such as leap from the heart to the tongue in spite of the heavy thoughts that try to check them. Pennyloaf was learning to depend upon these words for strength in her desolation.
A tram ride through Clerkenwell and its leagues of dreary, inhospitable brickwork will take you through the heart of a region where Clem Peckover, Pennyloaf Candy, and Totty Nancarrow are multiplied rather than varied since they were first depicted by George Gissing. As for the British Museum, it is peopled to this day by characters from New Grub Street.
It was cheap, and he had need of all the money he could save from everyday expenses. Pennyloaf would go en with her shirt-making, of course, and all they wanted was a roof over their heads at night. And in truth he was fond of Pennyloaf.
'Is your wife upstairs, Mr. Hewett? Jane asked, when he had nodded sullenly in reply to her greeting. 'Yes; and somebody else too as could have been dispensed with. There's another mouth to feed. 'No, there ain't, cried a woman's voice just behind him. Jane recognised the speaker, a Mrs. Griffin, who lived in the house and was neighbourly to Pennyloaf. 'There ain't? inquired Bob, gruffly.
Whilst Miss Lant and Jane were straining their wits on the hardest of all problems to find a means of livelihood for one whom society pronounced utterly superfluous, Pennyloaf most unexpectedly solved the question by her own effort. Pennyloaf explained her own position, and with the result that her acquaintance, by name Mrs. Todd, proposed a partnership.
There was a thought tormenting his brain, a terrifying thought he had pledged himself not to dismiss, and it seemed to exasperate him against Pennyloaf. He had horrible impulses, twitches along his muscles; every second the restraint of keeping in one position grew more unendurable, yet he feared to move. Pennyloaf had the ill-luck to drop a saucer, and it broke on the floor.
They did not excite her to much hopefulness, but there was a sustaining power in their sweet sincerity which made all the difference between despair tending to evil and the sigh of renewed effort. 'I don't care, Pennyloaf had got into the habit of thinking, after her friend's departure, 'I won't give up as long as she looks in now and then. Out from the swarm of babies Jane hurried homewards.
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