They didn't need to make friends to learn what number they lived at.

They could all hang out the same sideboard, "Misery & Co." It seemed to make one feel even colder to see them walk about in silence, passing each other in this terrible January weather.
However, nobody as yet left the zinc-works.

But presently one workman appeared, then two, and then three, but these were no doubt decent fellows who took their pay home regularly, for they jerked their heads significantly as they saw the shadows wandering up and down.

The tall creature stuck closer than ever to the side of the door, and suddenly fell upon a pale little man who was prudently poking his head out.

Oh! it was soon settled! She searched him and collared his coin.