is a----fine country, this is,--I wish every----soul in it was
swept into the----sea, blimey I do! But I ain't goin' to go no
further,--I'll 'ave a bed in 'Ammersmith or I'll know the reason
why.'

'How are you going to manage it,--have you got any money?'

'Got any money?--My crikey!--I look as though I 'ad,--I sound as
though I 'ad too! I ain't 'ad no brads, 'cept now and then a
brown, this larst six months.'

'How are you going to get a bed then?'

'Ow am I going to?--why, like this way.' He picked up two stones,
one in either hand. The one in his left he flung at the glass
which was over the door of the casual ward. It crashed through it,
and through the lamp beyond. 'That's 'ow I'm goin' to get a bed.'

The door was hastily opened. The grizzled pauper reappeared. He
shouted, as he peered at us in the darkness,

'Who done that?'

'I done it, guvnor,--and, if you like, you can see me do the
other. It might do your eyesight good.'

Before the grizzled pauper could interfere, he had hurled the
stone in his right hand through another pane. I felt that it was
time for me to go. He was earning a night's rest at a price which,
even in my extremity, I was not disposed to pay.