Ba' luck.

Ain' ga no more money." The girl went into gloomy districts near the river, where the tall black factories shut in the street and only occasional broad beams of light fell across the pavements from saloons.

In front of one of these places, whence came the sound of a violin vigorously scraped, the patter of feet on boards and the ring of loud laughter, there stood a man with blotched features.
Further on in the darkness she met a ragged being with shifting, bloodshot eyes and grimy hands.
She went into the blackness of the final block.

The shutters of the tall buildings were closed like grim lips.

The structures seemed to have eyes that looked over them, beyond them, at other things.