7/34 Hewett ate the morsel of meat, evidently without thinking about it; he crumbled a piece of bread, and munched mouthfuls in silence. Of the vapid liquor called tea he drank cup after cup. 'Where's Clara ?' 'I daresay she's doin' overtime,' replied his wife. 'She won't be much longer.' The man was incapable of remaining in one spot for more than a few minutes. |