"Just a bite of bread and cheese since, with my morning beer." "Nothing since--not anything at all ?" Burton pressed.
"I picked up a funny-colored bean and ate it, a few minutes ago.

Queer flavor it had, too.

Nothing else that I can think of." Burton looked at the man and down at his barrow.

He glanced around at the neighborhood in which he had to make a living.

Then he groaned softly to himself.
"Good luck to you!" he murmured, and turned away..