I been a-walkin' the streets for two weeks lookin' for work.

Last night I slep' in a coal-bunker down by the docks, under the bridge, and I was goin' there agin when you come along.

I never tried to rob nobody before.
Don't run me in--let me go this time.

Look into my face; you can see for yourself I'm hungry! I'll never do it agin.

Try me, won't you ?" His tears were choking him, the elbow of his ragged sleeve pressed to his eyes.
Felix had listened without moving, trying to make up his mind, noting the drawn, haggard face, the staring eyes and dry, fevered lips--all evidences of either hunger or vice, he was uncertain which.
Then gradually, as the man's sobs continued, there stole over him that strange sense of kinship in pain which comes to us at times when confronted with another's agony.