out:

"Four o'clock."

"We won't finish today then?"

The man shook his head and wrinkled his face into a strange spasm
as he spat.

"Been here long?"

"Not so long."

"How long?"

"Three months.... Ain't so long." The man spat again, and climbing
down from his ladder waited, leaning against the wall, until
Andrews should finish soaping his window.

"I'll go crazy if I stay here three months.... I've been here a
week," muttered Andrews between his teeth as he climbed down and
moved his ladder to the next window.

They both climbed their ladders again in silence.

"How's it you're in Casuals?" asked Andrews again.

"Ain't got no lungs."

"Why don't they discharge you?"