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f wind frequently striking the house and shaking it to its very foundations。
The natural kindliness of her character asserted itself； her better feelings were aroused； triumphing momentarily over the bigotry of her religious opinions。
‘Why； you ain't got no overcoat！' she exclaimed。 ‘You'll be soaked goin' 'ome in this rain。' Then； turning to her husband； she continued： ‘There's that old one of yours； you might lend him that； it would be better than nothing。'
But Owen would not hear of this： he thought； as he became very conscious of the clammy feel of his saturated clothing； that he could not get much wetter than he already was。 Linden accompanied him as far as the front door； and Owen once more set out on his way homeward through the storm that howled around like a wild beast hungry for its prey。
Chapter 6
It is not My Crime
Owen and his family occupied the top floor of a house that had once been a large private dwelling but which had been transformed into a series of flats。 It was situated in Lord Street； almost in the centre of the town。
At one time this had been a most aristocratic locality； but most of the former residents had migrated to the newer suburb at the west of the town。 Notwithstanding this fact； Lord Street was still a most respectable neighbourhood； the inhabitants generally being of a very superior type： shop…walkers； shop assistants； barber's clerks； boarding house keepers； a coal merchant； and even two retired jerry…builders。
There were four other flats in the house in which Owen lived。 No。 1 （the basement） was occupied by an estate agent's clerk。 No。 2 … on a level with the street … was the habitat of the family of Mr Trafaim； a cadaverous…looking gentleman who wore a top hat； boasted of his French descent； and was a shop…walker at Sweater's Emporium。 No。 3 was tenanted by an insurance agent； and in No。 4 dwelt a tallyman's traveller。
Lord Street … like most other similar neighbourhoods … supplied a striking answer to those futile theorists who prate of the equality of mankind； for the inhabitants instinctively formed themselves into groups； the more superior types drawing together； separating themselves from the inferior； and rising naturally to the top； while the others gathered themselves into distinct classes； grading downwards； or else isolated themselves altogether； being refused admission to the circles they desired to enter； and in their turn refusing to associate with their inferiors。
The most exclusive set consisted of the families of the coal merchant； the two retired jerry…builders and Mr Trafaim； whose superiority was demonstrated by the fact that； to say nothing of his French extraction； he wore … in addition to the top hat aforesaid … a frock coat and a pair of lavender trousers every day。 The coal merchant and the jerry builders also wore top hats； lavender trousers and frock coats； but only on Sundays and other special occasions。 The estate agent's clerk and the insurance agent； though excluded from the higher circle； belonged to another select coterie from which they excluded in their turn all persons of inferior rank； such as shop assistants or barbers。
The only individual who was received with equal cordiality by all ranks； was the tallyman's traveller。 But whatever differences existed amongst them regarding each other's social standing they were unanimous on one point at least： they were indignant at Owen's presumption in coming to live in such a refined locality。
This low fellow； this common workman； with his paint…bespattered clothing； his broken boots； and his generally shabby appearance； was a disgrace to the street； and as for his wife she was not much better； because although whenever she came out she was always neatly dressed； yet most of the neighbours knew perfectly well that she had been wearing the same white straw hat all the time she had been there。 In fact； the only tolerable one of the family was the boy； and they were forced to admit that he was always very well dressed； so well indeed as to occasion some surprise； until they found out that all the boy's clothes were home…made。 Then their surprise was changed into a somewhat grudging admiration of the skill displayed； mingled with contempt for the poverty which made its exercise necessary。
The indignation of the neighbours was increased when it became known that Owen and his wife were not Christians： then indeed everyone agreed that the landlord ought to be ashamed of himself for letting the top flat to such people。
But although the hearts of these disciples of the meek and lowly Jewish carpenter were filled with uncharitableness； they were powerless to do much harm。 The landlord regarded their opinion with indifference。 All he cared about was the money： although he also was a sincere Christian； he would not have hesitated to let the top flat to Satan himself； provided he was certain of receiving the rent regularly。
The only one upon whom the Christians were able to inflict any suffering was the child。 At first when he used to go out into the street to play； the other children； acting on their parents' instructions； refused to associate with him； or taunted him with his parents' poverty。 Occasionally he came home heartbroken and in tears because he had been excluded from some game。
At first； sometimes the mothers of some of the better…class children used to come out with a comical assumption of superiority and dignity and compel their children to leave off playing with Frankie and some other poorly dressed children who used to play in that street。 These females were usually overdressed and wore a lot of jewellery。 Most of them fancied they were ladies； and if they had only had the sense to keep their mouths shut； other people might possibly have shared the same delusion。
But this was now a rare occurrence； because the parents of the other children found it a matter of considerable difficulty to prevent their youngsters from associating with those of inferior rank； for when left to themselves the children disregarded all such distinctions。 Frequently in that street was to be seen the appalling spectacle of the ten…year…old son of the refined and fashionable Trafaim dragging along a cart constructed of a sugar box and an old pair of perambulator wheels with no tyres； in which reposed the plebeian Frankie Owen； armed with a whip； and the dowdy daughter of a barber's clerk： while the nine…year…old heir of the coal merchant rushed up behind 。。。
Owen's wife and little son were waiting for him in the living room。 This room was about twelve feet square and the ceiling … which was low and irregularly shaped； showing in places the formation of the roof … had been decorated by Owen with painted ornaments。
There were three or four chairs； and an oblong table； covered with a clean white tablecloth； set ready for tea。 In the recess at the right of fireplace … an ordinary open grate … were a number of shelves filled with a miscellaneous collection of books； most of which had been bought second…hand。
There were also a number of new books； mostly cheap editions in paper covers。
Over the back of a chair at one side of the fire； was hanging an old suit of Owen's； and some underclothing； which his wife had placed there to air； knowing that he would be wet through by the time he arrived home 。。。
The woman was half…sitting； half lying； on a couch by the other side of the fire。 She was very thin； and her pale face bore the traces of much physical and mental suffering。 She was sewing； a task which her reclining position rendered somewhat difficult。 Although she was really only twenty…eight years of age； she appeared older。
The boy； who was sitting on the hearthrug playing with some toys； bore a strong resemblance to his mother。 He also； appeared very fragile and in his childish face was reproduced much of the delicate prettiness which she had once possessed。 His feminine appearance was increased by the fact that his yellow hair hung in long curls on his shoulders。 The pride with which his mother regarded this long hair was by no means shared by Frankie himself； for he was always entreating her to cut it off。
Presently the boy stood up and walking gravely over to the window； looked down into the street； scanning the pavement for as far as he could see： he had been doing this at intervals for the last hour。
‘I wonder wherever he's got to；' he said； as he returned to the fire。
‘I'm sure I don't know；' returned his mother。 ‘Perhaps he's had to work overtime。'
‘You know； I've been thinking lately；' observed Frankie； after a pause； ‘that it's a great mistake for Dad to go out working at all。 I believe that's the very reason why we're so poor。'
‘Nearly everyone who works is more or less poor； dear； but if Dad didn't go out to work we'd be even poorer than we are now。 We should have nothing to eat。'
‘But Dad says that the people who do nothing get lots of everything。'
‘Yes； and it's quite true that most of the people who never do any work get lots of everything； but where do they get it from？ And how do they get it？'
‘I'm sure i don't know；' replied Frankie； shaking his head in a puzzled fashion。
‘Supposing Dad didn't go to work； or