Bildungsromans; England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Illegitimate children -- Fiction
When whooping-cough was over, and Michael went back to
Kindergarten, Nurse decided that he should sleep by himself in
the room next to the night-nursery. She never explained to
Michael her reasons for this step, and he supposed
it to be because lately he had always woken up when she came
to bed. This was not his fault, because Nurse always bumped
into his cot as she came, into the room, shaking it so
violently that no one could have stayed asleep. She used to
look at him in a funny way with angry staring eyes, and when
he sometimes spoke she would blow cheese-scented breath at him
and turn away and bump into the washstand.
Everything in this new room was by Michael anticipated with dread. He
would go to bed at half-past six: he would settle down in the wide
white bed that stretched a long way on either side of him: the gas
would be turned down: the door would be left ajar: Nurse’s footsteps
would gradually die away and he would be left alone.
The night was divided into two portions of equal horror. First
of all he had to concentrate on closing his mouth when asleep,
because Annie had told him a tale about a woman who slept with
her mouth open, the result of which bad habit was that one
night a mouse ran down it and choked her. Then he had to
explore cautiously with his feet the ice-cold end of the bed,
in case he should touch a nest of mice—another likely
occurrence vouched for by Annie. Then outside, various sounds
would frighten him. A dog would howl in the distance: cats
would spit and wail, making Michael wonder whether they were
coming through his window to claw his face. Presently, far up
the street, newsboys would cry hoarsely the details of a murder
or suicide. As they passed beneath his bedroom window their
voices would swell to a paralyzing roar, and as the voices died
away round the corner, Michael would be left shaking with fear.
Once he was so frightened by a succession of these
murder-shouts that he got out of bed and crept forth on to the
landing, whence he peered down between the banisters into the
quiet red light burning in the hall far below. While he was
leaning over, a door banged suddenly
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