"
"I shall have finished my job by noon," said Warner; "and
then, please God, we shall break our fast."
"It is yet two hours to noon," said his wife. "And Barber
always keeps you so long! I cannot bear that Barber: I dare
say he will not advance you money again as you did not bring
the job home on Saturday night. If I were you, Philip, I
would go and sell the piece unfinished at once to one of the
cheap shops."
"I have gone straight all my life," said Warner.
"And much good it has done you," said his wife.
"My poor Amelia! How she shivers! I think the sun never
touches this house. It is indeed a most wretched place!"
"It will not annoy you long, Mary," said her husband: "I can
pay no more rent; and I only wonder they have not been here
already to take the week."
"And where are we to go?" said the wife.
"To a place which certainly the sun never touches," said her
husband, with a kind of malice in his misery,--"to a cellar!"
"Oh! why was I ever born!" exclaimed his wife. "And yet I was
so happy once! And it is not our fault. I cannot make it out
Warner, why you should not get two pounds a-week like Walter
Gerard?"
"Bah!" said the husband.
"You said he had no family," continued his wife.
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