e woman in the flat, seemed but an energetic driving home of the
severe lessons of his recent experiences. And how blind he had been, he
reflected, not to have seen the thing for himself! Not to have realized
the essential artificiality of his former method of approach! And then
it struck him that Sally Grower herself must have had a history.
Mr. Bentley, too, was preoccupied.
Presently, in the midst of these thoughts, Hodder's eyes were arrested
by a crowd barring the sidewalk on the block ahead; no unusual sight
in that neighbourhood, and yet one which aroused in him sensations of
weakness and nausea. Thus were the hidden vice and suffering of these
sinister places occasionally brought to light, exposed to the curious
and morbid stares of those whose own turn might come on the morrow. It
was only by degrees he comprehended that the people were gathered in
front of the house to which they were bound. An ambulance was seen to
drive away: it turned into the aide street in front of them.
"A city ambulance!" the rector exclaimed.
Mr. Bentley did not reply.
The murmuring group which overflowed the uneven brick pavement to the
asphalt was characteristic: women in calico, drudges, women in wrappers,
with sleepy, awestricken faces; idlers, men and boys who had run out of
the saloons, whose comments were more audible and caustic, and a fringe
of children ceaselessly moving on the outskirts. The crowd parted at
their approach, and they reached the gate, where a burly policeman, his
helmet in his hand, was standing in the morning sunlight mopping his
face with a red handkerchief. He greeted Mr. Bentley respectfully, by
name, and made way for them to pass in.
"What is the trouble, Ryan?" Mr. Bentley asked.
"Suicide, sir," the policeman replied. "Jumped off the bridge this
morning. A tug picked him up, but he never came to--the strength wasn't
in him. Sure it's all wore out he was. There was a letter on him, with
the home number, so they knew where to fetch him. It's a sad case, sir,
with the woman in there, and the child gone to the hospital not an hour
ago."
"You mean Garvin?" Mr. Bentley demanded.
"It's him I mean, sir."
"We'd like to go in," said Mr. Bentley. "We came to see them."
"You're welcome, air, and the minister too. It's only them I'm holdin'
back," and the policeman shook his stick at the people.
Mr. Bentley walked up the steps, and took off his hat as he went through
the battered doorway. Ho
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