Alcoholics -- Great Britain -- Fiction; Alcoholism -- Great Britain -- Fiction; Temperance -- Fiction
Ingworth wished that he were not going away--leaving the field
clear. . . .
"Have a cigar, Dicker. No?--well, here's the very best of luck."
"Thanks, the same to you!"
END OF BOOK TWO
BOOK THREE
FRUIT OF THE DEAD SEA
"Let thy fountain be blessed: and rejoice with the wife of thy
youth."
"Let her be as the loving hind and pleasant roe: let her breasts
satisfy thee at all times: and be thou ravished always with her
love."
"And why wilt thou, my son, be ravished with a strange woman, and
embrace the bosom of a stranger?"
"_His own iniquities shall take the wicked himself, and he shall
be holden with the cords of his sins._"
CHAPTER I
THE GIRLS IN THE FOURTH STORY FLAT
"We were two daughters of one race;
She was the fairest in the face;"
--_Tennyson._
In the sitting room of a small forty-five pound flat, upon the fourth
floor of a tall red-brick building in West Kensington known as Queens
Mansions, Ethel Harrison, the girl who lived with Rita Wallace, sat
sewing by the window.
It was seven o'clock in the evening and though dusk was at hand there
was still enough light to sew by. The flat, moreover, was on the west
side of the building and caught the last rays of the sun as he sank to
rest behind the quivering vapours of London.
Last week in August as it was, the heat which hung over the metropolis
for so long was in no way abated. All the oxygen was gone from the air,
and for those who must stay in London--the workers, who could only read
in the papers of translucent sunlit seas in Cornwall where one bathed
from the beaches all day long; of bright northern moors where dew fell
upon the heather at dawn--life was become stifling and hard.
In the window hung a bird-cage and the canary within it--the pet of
these two lonely maidens--drooped upon its perch. It was known as "The
Lulu Bird" and was a recurring incident in their lives.
Ethel was six and twenty, short, undistinguished of feature and with
sandy hair. She was the daughter of a very poor clergyman in
Lancashire, and she was the principal typist in the busy office of a
firm of solicitors in the city. She had ever so many certificates for
shorthand, was a quick and accurate machine-writer, understood the
routine of an office in all its details, and was invaluable to her
employers. They boasted of her, indeed, trusted her in every way,
worked her from nine to six on normal days, to any hours of the night
at times of pressure, and paid her the highest salary in the market.
That is to say, that this girl was at the very top of her profession
and received two pounds ten shillings a week. Dozens of girls envied
her, she was more highly paid than most of the men clerks in the city.
She knew herself to be a very fortunate girl. She gave high technical
ability, a good intelligence, unceasing, unwearying and most loyal
service for fifty shillings a week.
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