It is the general fate of street meetings. At about eleven I began looking for 
a bed. But they do not think, because they have no leisure forit; their life 
has made slaves of them. The Pole and the Jew had a tremendous struggle to get 
the money frombetween old Roucolles claws. I paid the shilling, and the boy led 
me up a rickety unlightedstaircase to a bedroom.
The other man seeing that public feeling was against him,went out. An ordinary 
London coffee-shop, like athousand others, it seemed queer.
In the morning I was woken by a dimimpression of some large brown thing coming 
towards me. In this way ourincompetence piled one job on another throughout the 
day, everything inarrears. A slave, Marcus Gato said, should be workingwhen he 
is not sleeping.
At about eleven I began looking for a bed.
He is cutoff from marriage, or, if he marries, his wife must work too. One of 
them was talkative, and I asked him howhe managed to exist.
Dont waste time, throw them on the floor.
For a long time Icould not make up my mind what to do. At last, when the police 
were searching only one floor below, somebodyhad an idea. From this ignorance a 
superstitious fear of the mob results quitenaturally.
The question is, why does this slavery continue? He is a king compared with a 
rickshawpuller or a gharry pony, but his case is analogous. For some reason 
they have not yet crossedthe river in any great numbers.
Till ten, things went comparatively easily, though we were workingfast, and no 
one lost his temper. The cooks vast buttocks bangedagainst me as she moved to 
and fro. He looked at theclothes I was wearing and felt them disparagingly 
between thumb and finger. After a few years even the whip losesits virtue, and 
the pony goes to the knacker.
Charlie told me that hehad been present at the scene. Some drops of spittle 
fell from the trumpet. Suddenly everything becamehurry and bad temper. After an 
hour a policeman came back with the tin of cocaine and a notefrom the analyst. 
Im sorry, he said; your employers have gone abroad, patient andall. A 
lame,bearded man, evidently an atheist, had heard the word God and was 
hecklingangrily. I explained that I wanted some older clothes and as much money 
as hecould spare.
A lame,bearded man, evidently an atheist, had heard the word God and was 
hecklingangrily.
I helped ahawker pick up a barrow that he had upset.
Except by alucky chance, he has no escape from this life, save into prison. The 
very next morning thehotel was raided and searched by the police.
Forthis they could buy ten pounds of cocaine, which would be worth a 
smallfortune in England. 

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