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 cafés. We're to make big curtains, you know, the kind they hang in the windows, with lettering on them.

It'll be nicer there than at the jute factory.

Yes, dear. The work isn't as dirty and pays better, too. A poor widow like your mother is lucky to get it. [They eat. and the two  ''appear in the big doorway at back. The pass slowly by.  stands there alone a moment, then comes slowly down and pauses at the opening of the hedge. He is dressed as he was on the day of his death. He is very pale, but otherwise unaltered., at the table, has her back to him. sits facing the audience.''" ??]

Good day.

Good day.

Another beggar! What is it you want, my poor man?

Nothing.