From The Jungle
In the face of all his handicaps, Jurgis was obliged to make the
price of a lodging, and of a drink every hour or two, under
penalty of freezing to death. Day after day he roamed about in
the arctic cold, his soul filled full of bitterness and despair.
He saw the world of civilization then more plainly than ever he
had seen it before; a world in which nothing counted but brutal
might, an order devised by those who possessed it for the
subjugation of those who did not. He was one of the latter; and
all outdoors, all life, was to him one colossal prison, which he
paced like a pent-up tiger, trying one bar after another, and
finding them all beyond his power. He had lost in the fierce
battle of greed, and so was doomed to be exterminated; and all
society was busied to see that he did not escape the sentence.
Everywhere that he turned were prison bars, and hostile eyes
following him; the well-fed, sleek policemen, from whose glances
he shrank, and who seemed to grip their clubs more tightly when
they saw him; the saloon-keepers, who never ceased to watch him
while he was in their places, who were jealous of every moment he
lingered after he had paid his money; the hurrying throngs upon
the streets, who were deaf to his entreaties, oblivious of his
very existence--and savage and contemptuous when he forced
himself upon them. They had their own affairs, and there was no
place for him among them. There was no place for him anywhere
--every direction he turned his gaze, this fact was forced upon
him: Everything was built to express it to him: the residences,
with their heavy walls and bolted doors, and basement windows
barred with iron; the great warehouses filled with the products
of the whole world, and guarded by iron shutters and heavy gates;
the banks with their unthinkable billions of wealth, all buried
in safes and vaults of steel.
And then one day there befell Jurgis the one adventure of his
life. It was late at night, and he had failed to get the price
of a lodging. Snow was falling, and he had been out so long that
he was covered with it, and was chilled to the bone. He was
working among the theater crowds, flitting here and there, taking
large chances with the police, in his desperation half hoping to
be arrested. When he saw a bluecoat start toward him, however,
his heart failed him, and he dashed down a side street and fled a
couple of blocks. When he stopped again he saw a man coming
toward him, and placed himself in his path.
"Please, sir," he began, in the usual formula, "will you give me
the price of a lodging? I've had a broken arm, and I can't work,
and I've not a cent in my pocket. I'm an honest working-man,
sir, and I never begged before! It's not my fault, sir--"
Jurgis usually went on until he was interrupted, but this man did
not interrupt, and so at last he came to a breathless stop. The
other had halted, and Jurgis suddenly noticed that he stood a
little unsteadily. "Whuzzat you say?" he queried suddenly, in a
Jurgis began again, speaking more slowly and distinctly; before
he was half through the other put out his hand and rested it upon
his shoulder. "Poor ole chappie!" he said. "Been
up--hic--up--against it, hey?"
Then he lurched toward Jurgis, and the hand upon his shoulder
became an arm about his neck. "Up against it myself, ole sport,"
he said. "She's a hard ole world."
They were close to a lamppost, and Jurgis got a glimpse of the
other. He was a young fellow--not much over eighteen, with a
handsome boyish face. He wore a silk hat and a rich soft
overcoat with a fur collar; and he smiled at Jurgis with
benignant sympathy. "I'm hard up, too, my goo' fren'," he said.
"I've got cruel parents, or I'd set you up. Whuzzamatter
"I've been in the hospital."
"Hospital!" exclaimed the young fellow, still smiling sweetly,
"thass too bad! Same's my Aunt Polly--hic--my Aunt Polly's in
the hospital, too--ole auntie's been havin' twins! Whuzzamatter
"I've got a broken arm--" Jurgis began.
"So," said the other, sympathetically. "That ain't so bad--you
get over that. I wish somebody'd break my arm, ole chappie--
damfidon't! Then they'd treat me better--hic--hole me up, ole
sport! Whuzzit you wammme do?"
"I'm hungry, sir," said Jurgis.
"Hungry! Why don't you hassome supper?"
"I've got no money, sir."
"No money! Ho, ho--less be chums, ole boy--jess like me! No
money, either--a'most busted! Why don't you go home, then,
"I haven't any home," said Jurgis.
"No home! Stranger in the city, hey? Goo' God, thass bad!
Better come home wiz me--yes, by Harry, thass the trick, you'll
come home an' hassome supper--hic--wiz me! Awful
lonesome--nobody home! Guv'ner gone abroad--Bubby on's
honeymoon--Polly havin' twins--every damn soul gone away!
Nuff--hic--nuff to drive a feller to drink, I say! Only ole Ham
standin' by, passin' plates--damfican eat like that, no sir! The
club for me every time, my boy, I say. But then they won't lemme
sleep there--guv'ner's orders, by Harry--home every night, sir!
Ever hear anythin' like that? 'Every mornin' do?' I asked him.
'No, sir, every night, or no allowance at all, sir.' Thass my
guv'ner--'nice as nails, by Harry! Tole ole Ham to watch me,
too--servants spyin' on me--whuzyer think that, my fren'? A
nice, quiet--hic--goodhearted young feller like me, an' his daddy
can't go to Europe--hup!--an' leave him in peace! Ain't that a
shame, sir? An' I gotter go home every evenin' an' miss all the
fun, by Harry! Thass whuzzamatter now--thass why I'm here!
Hadda come away an' leave Kitty--hic--left her cryin',
too--whujja think of that, ole sport? 'Lemme go, Kittens,'
says I--'come early an' often--I go where duty--hic--calls me.
Farewell, farewell, my own true love--farewell, farewehell,
This last was a song, and the young gentleman's voice rose
mournful and wailing, while he swung upon Jurgis's neck. The
latter was glancing about nervously, lest some one should
approach. They were still alone, however.
"But I came all right, all right," continued the youngster,
aggressively, "I can--hic--I can have my own way when I want it,
by Harry--Freddie Jones is a hard man to handle when he gets
goin'! 'No, sir,' says I, 'by thunder, and I don't need anybody
goin' home with me, either--whujja take me for, hey? Think I'm
drunk, dontcha, hey?--I know you! But I'm no more drunk than you
are, Kittens,' says I to her. And then says she, 'Thass true,
Freddie dear' (she's a smart one, is Kitty), 'but I'm stayin' in
the flat, an' you're goin' out into the cold, cold night!' 'Put
it in a pome, lovely Kitty,' says I. 'No jokin', Freddie, my
boy,' says she. 'Lemme call a cab now, like a good dear'--but I
can call my own cabs, dontcha fool yourself--and I know what I'm
a-doin', you bet! Say, my fren', whatcha say--willye come home
an' see me, an' hassome supper? Come 'long like a good
feller--don't be haughty! You're up against it, same as me, an'
you can unerstan' a feller; your heart's in the right place, by
Harry--come 'long, ole chappie, an' we'll light up the house, an'
have some fizz, an' we'll raise hell, we will--whoop-la!
S'long's I'm inside the house I can do as I please--the guv'ner's
own very orders, b'God! Hip! hip!"
They had started down the street, arm in arm, the young man
pushing Jurgis along, half dazed. Jurgis was trying to think
what to do--he knew he could not pass any crowded place with his
new acquaintance without attracting attention and being stopped.
It was only because of the falling snow that people who passed
here did not notice anything wrong.
Suddenly, therefore, Jurgis stopped. "Is it very far?" he
"Not very," said the other, "Tired, are you, though? Well, we'll
ride--whatcha say? Good! Call a cab!"
And then, gripping Jurgis tight with one hand, the young fellow
began searching his pockets with the other. "You call, ole
sport, an' I'll pay," he suggested. "How's that, hey?"
And he pulled out from somewhere a big roll of bills. It was
more money than Jurgis had ever seen in his life before, and he
stared at it with startled eyes.
"Looks like a lot, hey?" said Master Freddie, fumbling with it.
"Fool you, though, ole chappie--they're all little ones! I'll be
busted in one week more, sure thing--word of honor. An' not a
cent more till the first--hic--guv'ner's orders--hic--not a cent,
by Harry! Nuff to set a feller crazy, it is. I sent him a
cable, this af'noon--thass one reason more why I'm goin' home.
'Hangin' on the verge of starvation,' I says--'for the honor of
the family--hic--sen' me some bread. Hunger will compel me to
join you--Freddie.' Thass what I wired him, by Harry, an' I mean
it--I'll run away from school, b'God, if he don't sen' me some."
After this fashion the young gentleman continued to prattle
on--and meantime Jurgis was trembling with excitement. He might
grab that wad of bills and be out of sight in the darkness before
the other could collect his wits. Should he do it? What better
had he to hope for, if he waited longer? But Jurgis had never
committed a crime in his life, and now he hesitated half a second
too long. "Freddie" got one bill loose, and then stuffed the
rest back into his trousers' pocket.
"Here, ole man," he said, "you take it." He held it out
fluttering. They were in front of a saloon; and by the light of
the window Jurgis saw that it was a hundred-dollar bill! "You
take it," the other repeated. "Pay the cabbie an' keep the
change--I've got--hic--no head for business! Guv'ner says so
hisself, an' the guv'ner knows--the guv'ner's got a head for
business, you bet! 'All right, guv'ner,' I told him, 'you run
the show, and I'll take the tickets!' An' so he set Aunt Polly
to watch me--hic--an' now Polly's off in the hospital havin'
twins, an' me out raisin' Cain! Hello, there! Hey! Call him!"
A cab was driving by; and Jurgis sprang and called, and it swung
round to the curb. Master Freddie clambered in with some
difficulty, and Jurgis had started to follow, when the driver
shouted: "Hi, there! Get out--you!"
Jurgis hesitated, and was half obeying; but his companion broke
out: "Whuzzat? Whuzzamatter wiz you, hey?"
And the cabbie subsided, and Jurgis climbed in. Then Freddie
gave a number on the Lake Shore Drive, and the carriage started
away. The youngster leaned back and snuggled up to Jurgis,
murmuring contentedly; in half a minute he was sound asleep,
Jurgis sat shivering, speculating as to whether he might not
still be able to get hold of the roll of bills. He was afraid to
try to go through his companion's pockets, however; and besides
the cabbie might be on the watch. He had the hundred safe, and
he would have to be content with that.
At the end of half an hour or so the cab stopped. They were out
on the waterfront, and from the east a freezing gale was blowing
off the ice-bound lake. "Here we are," called the cabbie, and
Jurgis awakened his companion.
Master Freddie sat up with a start.
"Hello!" he said. "Where are we? Whuzzis? Who are you, hey?
Oh, yes, sure nuff! Mos' forgot you--hic--ole chappie! Home,
are we? Lessee! Br-r-r--it's cold! Yes--come 'long--we're
home--it ever so--hic--humble!"
Before them there loomed an enormous granite pile, set far back
from the street, and occupying a whole block. By the light of
the driveway lamps Jurgis could see that it had towers and huge
gables, like a medieval castle. He thought that the young fellow
must have made a mistake--it was inconceivable to him that any
person could have a home like a hotel or the city hall. But he
followed in silence, and they went up the long flight of steps,
arm in arm.
"There's a button here, ole sport," said Master Freddie. "Hole
my arm while I find her! Steady, now--oh, yes, here she is!
A bell rang, and in a few seconds the door was opened. A man in
blue livery stood holding it, and gazing before him, silent as a
They stood for a moment blinking in the light. Then Jurgis felt
his companion pulling, and he stepped in, and the blue automaton
closed the door. Jurgis's heart was beating wildly; it was a
bold thing for him to do--into what strange unearthly place he
was venturing he had no idea. Aladdin entering his cave could
not have been more excited.
The place where he stood was dimly lighted; but he could see a
vast hall, with pillars fading into the darkness above, and a
great staircase opening at the far end of it. The floor was of
tesselated marble, smooth as glass, and from the walls strange
shapes loomed out, woven into huge portieres in rich, harmonious
colors, or gleaming from paintings, wonderful and
mysterious-looking in the half-light, purple and red and golden,
like sunset glimmers in a shadowy forest.
The man in livery had moved silently toward them; Master Freddie
took off his hat and handed it to him, and then, letting go of
Jurgis' arm, tried to get out of his overcoat. After two or
three attempts he accomplished this, with the lackey's help,
and meantime a second man had approached, a tall and portly
personage, solemn as an executioner. He bore straight down upon
Jurgis, who shrank away nervously; he seized him by the arm
without a word, and started toward the door with him. Then
suddenly came Master Freddie's voice, "Hamilton! My fren' will
remain wiz me."
The man paused and half released Jurgis. "Come 'long ole
chappie," said the other, and Jurgis started toward him.
"Master Frederick!" exclaimed the man.
"See that the cabbie--hic--is paid," was the other's response;
and he linked his arm in Jurgis'. Jurgis was about to say,
"I have the money for him," but he restrained himself. The stout
man in uniform signaled to the other, who went out to the cab,
while he followed Jurgis and his young master.
They went down the great hall, and then turned. Before them were
two huge doors.
"Hamilton," said Master Freddie.
"Well, sir?" said the other.
"Whuzzamatter wizze dinin'-room doors?"
"Nothing is the matter, sir."
"Then why dontcha openum?"
The man rolled them back; another vista lost itself in the
darkness. "Lights," commanded Master Freddie; and the butler
pressed a button, and a flood of brilliant incandescence streamed
from above, half-blinding Jurgis. He stared; and little by
little he made out the great apartment, with a domed ceiling from
which the light poured, and walls that were one enormous
painting--nymphs and dryads dancing in a flower-strewn
glade--Diana with her hounds and horses, dashing headlong through
a mountain streamlet--a group of maidens bathing in a forest
pool--all life-size, and so real that Jurgis thought that it was
some work of enchantment, that he was in a dream palace. Then
his eye passed to the long table in the center of the hall,
a table black as ebony, and gleaming with wrought silver and gold.
In the center of it was a huge carven bowl, with the glistening
gleam of ferns and the red and purple of rare orchids, glowing
from a light hidden somewhere in their midst.
"This's the dinin' room," observed Master Freddie. "How you like
it, hey, ole sport?"
He always insisted on having an answer to his remarks, leaning
over Jurgis and smiling into his face. Jurgis liked it.
"Rummy ole place to feed in all 'lone, though," was Freddie's
comment--"rummy's hell! Whuzya think, hey?" Then another idea
occurred to him and he went on, without waiting: "Maybe you never
saw anythin--hic--like this 'fore? Hey, ole chappie?"
"No," said Jurgis.
"Come from country, maybe--hey?"
"Yes," said Jurgis.
"Aha! I thosso! Lossa folks from country never saw such a
place. Guv'ner brings 'em--free show--hic--reg'lar circus!
Go home tell folks about it. Ole man lones's place--lones the
packer--beef-trust man. Made it all out of hogs, too, damn ole
scoundrel. Now we see where our pennies go--rebates, an' private
car lines--hic--by Harry! Bully place, though--worth seein' !
Ever hear of lones the packer, hey, ole chappie?"
Jurgis had started involuntarily; the other, whose sharp eyes
missed nothing, demanded: "Whuzzamatter, hey? Heard of him?"
And Jurgis managed to stammer out: "I have worked for him in the
"What!" cried Master Freddie, with a yell. "You! In the yards?
Ho, ho! Why, say, thass good! Shake hands on it, ole man--by
Harry! Guv'ner ought to be here--glad to see you. Great fren's
with the men, guv'ner--labor an' capital, commun'ty 'f int'rests,
an' all that--hic! Funny things happen in this world, don't
they, ole man? Hamilton, lemme interduce you--fren' the
family--ole fren' the guv'ner's--works in the yards. Come to
spend the night wiz me, Hamilton--have a hot time. Me fren',
Mr.--whuzya name, ole chappie? Tell us your name."
"My fren', Mr. Rednose, Hamilton--shake han's."
The stately butler bowed his head, but made not a sound; and
suddenly Master Freddie pointed an eager finger at him. "I know
whuzzamatter wiz you, Hamilton--lay you a dollar I know! You
think--hic--you think I'm drunk! Hey, now?"
And the butler again bowed his head. "Yes, sir," he said, at
which Master Freddie hung tightly upon Jurgis's neck and went
into a fit of laughter. "Hamilton, you damn ole scoundrel," he
roared, "I'll 'scharge you for impudence, you see 'f I don't!
Ho, ho, ho! I'm drunk! Ho, ho!"
The two waited until his fit had spent itself, to see what new
whim would seize him. "Whatcha wanta do?" he queried suddenly.
"Wanta see the place, ole chappie? Wamme play the guv'ner--show
you roun'? State parlors--Looee Cans--Looee Sez--chairs cost
three thousand apiece. Tea room Maryanntnet--picture of
shepherds dancing--Ruysdael--twenty-three thousan'!
ship--sixty-eight thousan'! Ceilin' painted in Rome--whuzzat
feller's name, Hamilton--Mattatoni? Macaroni? Then this
place--silver bowl--Benvenuto Cellini--rummy ole Dago! An' the
organ--thirty thousan' dollars, sir--starter up, Hamilton, let
Mr. Rednose hear it. No--never mind--clean forgot--says he's
hungry, Hamilton--less have some supper. Only--hic--don't less
have it here--come up to my place, ole sport--nice an' cosy.
This way--steady now, don't slip on the floor. Hamilton, we'll
have a cole spread, an' some fizz--don't leave out the fizz, by
Harry. We'll have some of the eighteen-thirty Madeira. Hear me,
"Yes, sir," said the butler, "but, Master Frederick, your father
And Master Frederick drew himself up to a stately height. "My
father's orders were left to me--hic--an' not to you," he said.
Then, clasping Jurgis tightly by the neck, he staggered out of
the room; on the way another idea occurred to him, and he asked:
"Any--hic--cable message for me, Hamilton?"
"No, sir," said the butler.
"Guv'ner must be travelin'. An' how's the twins, Hamilton?"
"They are doing well, sir."
"Good!" said Master Freddie; and added fervently: "God bless 'em,
the little lambs!"
They went up the great staircase, one step at a time; at the top
of it there gleamed at them out of the shadows the figure of a
nymph crouching by a fountain, a figure ravishingly beautiful,
the flesh warm and glowing with the hues of life. Above was a
huge court, with domed roof, the various apartments opening into
it. The butler had paused below but a few minutes to give
orders, and then followed them; now he pressed a button, and the
hall blazed with light. He opened a door before them, and then
pressed another button, as they staggered into the apartment.
It was fitted up as a study. In the center was a mahogany table,
covered with books, and smokers' implements; the walls were
decorated with college trophies and colors--flags, posters,
photographs and knickknacks--tennis rackets, canoe paddles, golf
clubs, and polo sticks. An enormous moose head, with horns six
feet across, faced a buffalo head on the opposite wall, while
bear and tiger skins covered the polished floor. There were
lounging chairs and sofas, window seats covered with soft
cushions of fantastic designs; there was one corner fitted in
Persian fashion, with a huge canopy and a jeweled lamp beneath.
Beyond, a door opened upon a bedroom, and beyond that was a
swimming pool of the purest marble, that had cost about forty
Master Freddie stood for a moment or two, gazing about him; then
out of the next room a dog emerged, a monstrous bulldog, the most
hideous object that Jurgis had ever laid eyes upon. He yawned,
opening a mouth like a dragon's; and he came toward the young
man, wagging his tail. "Hello, Dewey!" cried his master. "Been
havin' a snooze, ole boy? Well, well--hello there,
whuzzamatter?" (The dog was snarling at Jurgis.) "Why,
Dewey--this' my fren', Mr. Rednose--ole fren' the guv'ner's!
Mr. Rednose, Admiral Dewey; shake han's--hic. Ain't he a daisy,
though--blue ribbon at the New York show--eighty-five hundred at
a clip! How's that, hey?"
The speaker sank into one of the big armchairs, and Admiral Dewey
crouched beneath it; he did not snarl again, but he never took
his eyes off Jurgis. He was perfectly sober, was the Admiral.
The butler had closed the door, and he stood by it, watching
Jurgis every second. Now there came footsteps outside, and,
as he opened the door a man in livery entered, carrying a folding
table, and behind him two men with covered trays. They stood
like statues while the first spread the table and set out the
contents of the trays upon it. There were cold pates, and thin
slices of meat, tiny bread and butter sandwiches with the crust
cut off, a bowl of sliced peaches and cream (in January), little
fancy cakes, pink and green and yellow and white, and half a
dozen ice-cold bottles of wine.
"Thass the stuff for you!" cried Master Freddie, exultantly,
as he spied them. "Come 'long, ole chappie, move up."
And he seated himself at the table; the waiter pulled a cork,
and he took the bottle and poured three glasses of its contents in
succession down his throat. Then he gave a long-drawn sigh, and
cried again to Jurgis to seat himself.
The butler held the chair at the opposite side of the table,
and Jurgis thought it was to keep him out of it; but finally he
understand that it was the other's intention to put it under him,
and so he sat down, cautiously and mistrustingly. Master Freddie
perceived that the attendants embarrassed him, and he remarked
with a nod to them, "You may go."
They went, all save the butler.
"You may go too, Hamilton," he said.
"Master Frederick--" the man began.
"Go!" cried the youngster, angrily. "Damn you, don't you hear me?"
The man went out and closed the door; Jurgis, who was as sharp as
he, observed that he took the key out of the lock, in order that
he might peer through the keyhole.
Master Frederick turned to the table again. "Now," he said, "go
Jurgis gazed at him doubtingly. "Eat!" cried the other. "Pile
in, ole chappie!"
"Don't you want anything?" Jurgis asked.
"Ain't hungry," was the reply--"only thirsty. Kitty and me had
some candy--you go on."
So Jurgis began, without further parley. He ate as with two
shovels, his fork in one hand and his knife in the other; when he
once got started his wolf-hunger got the better of him, and he
did not stop for breath until he had cleared every plate.
"Gee whiz!" said the other, who had been watching him in wonder.
Then he held Jurgis the bottle. "Lessee you drink now," he said;
and Jurgis took the bottle and turned it up to his mouth, and a
wonderfully unearthly liquid ecstasy poured down his throat,
tickling every nerve of him, thrilling him with joy. He drank
the very last drop of it, and then he gave vent to a long-drawn
"Good stuff, hey?" said Freddie, sympathetically; he had leaned
back in the big chair, putting his arm behind his head and gazing
And Jurgis gazed back at him. He was clad in spotless evening
dress, was Freddie, and looked very handsome--he was a beautiful
boy, with light golden hair and the head of an Antinous. He
smiled at Jurgis confidingly, and then started talking again,
with his blissful insouciance. This time he talked for ten
minutes at a stretch, and in the course of the speech he told
Jurgis all of his family history. His big brother Charlie was in
love with the guileless maiden who played the part of "Little Bright-Eyes" in
"The Kaliph of Kamskatka." He had been on the
verge of marrying her once, only "the guv'ner" had sworn to
disinherit him, and had presented him with a sum that would
stagger the imagination, and that had staggered the virtue of
"Little Bright-Eyes." Now Charlie had got leave from college,
and had gone away in his automobile on the next best thing to a
honeymoon. "The guv'ner" had made threats to disinherit another
of his children also, sister Gwendolen, who had married an
Italian marquis with a string of titles and a dueling record.
They lived in his chateau, or rather had, until he had taken to
firing the breakfast dishes at her; then she had cabled for help,
and the old gentleman had gone over to find out what were his
Grace's terms. So they had left Freddie all alone, and he with
less than two thousand dollars in his pocket. Freddie was up in
arms and meant serious business, as they would find in the
end--if there was no other way of bringing them to terms he would
have his "Kittens" wire that she was about to marry him, and see
what happened then.
So the cheerful youngster rattled on, until he was tired out.
He smiled his sweetest smile at Jurgis, and then he closed his eyes,
sleepily. Then he opened them again, and smiled once more, and
finally closed them and forgot to open them.
For several minutes Jurgis sat perfectly motionless, watching
him, and reveling in the strange sensation of the champagne.
Once he stirred, and the dog growled; after that he sat almost
holding his breath--until after a while the door of the room
opened softly, and the butler came in.
He walked toward Jurgis upon tiptoe, scowling at him; and Jurgis
rose up, and retreated, scowling back. So until he was against
the wall, and then the butler came close, and pointed toward the
door. "Get out of here!" he whispered.
Jurgis hesitated, giving a glance at Freddie, who was snoring
softly. "If you do, you son of a--" hissed the butler, "I'll
mash in your face for you before you get out of here!"
And Jurgis wavered but an instant more. He saw "Admiral Dewey"
coming up behind the man and growling softly, to back up his
threats. Then he surrendered and started toward the door.
They went out without a sound, and down the great echoing
staircase, and through the dark hall. At the front door he
paused, and the butler strode close to him.
"Hold up your hands," he snarled. Jurgis took a step back,
clinching his one well fist.
"What for?" he cried; and then understanding that the fellow
proposed to search him, he answered, "I'll see you in hell
"Do you want to go to jail?" demanded the butler, menacingly.
"I'll have the police--"
"Have 'em!" roared Jurgis, with fierce passion. "But you won't
put your hands on me till you do! I haven't touched anything in
your damned house, and I'll not have you touch me!"
So the butler, who was terrified lest his young master should
waken, stepped suddenly to the door, and opened it. "Get out of
here!" he said; and then as Jurgis passed through the opening, he
gave him a ferocious kick that sent him down the great stone
steps at a run, and landed him sprawling in the snow at the
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