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He looked with kindness into Pennyloaf's pale, weary face, and his arm stole about her waist to support her. Ha! Pennyloaf was happy! The last trace of tears vanished. She too was sensible of the influences of music; her heart throbbed as she let herself lean against her husband. Well, as every one must needs have his panacea for the ills of society, let me inform you of mine.
He had no desire to talk; enough for a few minutes to sit and watch Jane's hand as it moved backwards and forwards with the needle. 'I went to see Pennyloaf as I came back from work, Jane said at length, just looking up. 'Did you? Do things seem to be any better? 'Not much, I'm afraid. Mr. Kirkwood, don't you think you might do something? If you tried again with her husband?
At this hour Pennyloaf bestirred herself after a night of weeping. Last evening the police had visited her room, and had searched it thoroughly. The revelation amazed her; she would not believe the charge that was made against her husband. She became angry with Mrs. Griffin when that practical woman said she was not at all surprised. Utterly gone was her resentment of Bob's latest cruelty.
'Don't know, Bob replied, fidgeting and looking to a distance. 'I shouldn't wonder if I'm here this day next week, said Clem, after a pause. 'You can bring Pennyloaf if you like. It was dinner-time, and they left the building together. At the end of Museum Street they exchanged a careless nod and went their several ways.
Pennyloaf then put on her hat and jacket again and left the house. It is a narrow paved walk between brick walls seven feet high; on the one hand lies the New River Head, on the other are small gardens behind Myddelton Square. The branches of a few trees hang over; there are doors, seemingly never opened, belonging one to each garden; a couple of gas-lamps shed feeble light.
Alone, she could have gone back to her slop-work, or some less miserable slavery might have been discovered; but Pennyloaf dreaded leaving her child each day in the care of strangers, being only too well aware what that meant. Mrs. Candy was, of course, worse than useless; Stephen the potman had more than his work set in looking after her.
She was asked many questions, but to her own received no definite reply; she had better look in again the next morning. 'It's my belief they ain't got him, said Mrs. Griffin. 'He's had a warnin' from his pals. Pennyloaf would dearly have liked to communicate with Jane Snowdon, but shame prevented her.
'The child's dead. 'Thank goodness for that, any way! Mrs. Griffin explained to Jane that the birth had taken place twelve hours ago. Pennyloaf was 'very low, but not in a state to cause anxiety; perhaps it would be better for Jane to wait until to-morrow before seeing her.
Jeck! Suke Jollop, who would in reality have preferred to accompany Bob and his allies, whispered it about that Jack had two-pound-ten in his pocket, and was going to spend every penny of it before he left the 'Paliss' yes, 'every bloomin' penny! Thus early in the day, the grounds were of course preferred to the interior of the glass house. Bob and Pennyloaf bent their steps to the fair.
She stood before him in a superb attitude, her head poised fiercely, her arms quivering at her sides, all the stature and vigour of her young body emphasised by muscular strain. 'Pennyloaf Candy! Bob repeated, as if in scorn of the person so named. 'Get on with you! I'm sick of hearing you talk about her. Why I haven't seen her not these three weeks.
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