lamps, like paler moons now, still burned among their tops. The
sparrows bickered on the grass and the gravel of the path around
him.

He could not tell where he was at first; but presently he
remembered, and looked for his bag. It was gone; and the money was
gone out of both his pockets. He dropped back upon the seat, and
leaning his head against the back, he began to cry for utter
despair. He had hardly ever cried since he was a baby; and he would
not have done it now, but there was no one there to see him.

When he had his cry out he felt a little better, and he got up and
went to the pond in the hollow, and washed his hands and face, and
wiped them on the handkerchief his mother had ironed for him to use
at the minister's; it was still in the folds she had given it. As he
shook it out, rising up, he saw that people were asleep on all the
benches round the pond; he looked hopelessly at them to see if any
of them were those fellows, but he could not find them. He seemed to
be the only person awake on the Common, and wandered out of it and
down through the empty streets, filled at times with the moony light
of the waning electrics, and at times merely with the grey dawn. A
man came along putting out the gas, and some milk-carts rattled over
the pavement. By and by a market-wagon, with the leaves and roots of
cabbages sticking out from the edges of the canvas that covered it,
came by, and Lemuel followed it; he did not know what else to do,
and it went so slow that he could keep up, though the famine that
gnawed within him was so sharp sometimes that he felt as if he must
fall down. He was going to drop into a doorway and rest, but when he
came to it he found on an upper step a man folded forward like a
limp bundle, snoring in a fetid, sodden sleep, and, shocked into new