An' you should see us sweat! Just running from us! If you could see us,
it'd dazzle your eyes--tacks flyin' out of mouth like from a machine.
Look at my mouth."
I looked. The teeth were worn down by the constant friction of the
metallic brads, while they were coal-black and rotten.
"I clean my teeth," he added, "else they'd be worse."
After he had told me that the workers had to furnish their own tools,
brads, "grindery," cardboard, rent, light, and what not, it was plain
that his thirty bob was a diminishing quantity.
"But how long does the rush season last, in which you receive this high
wage of thirty bob?" I asked.
"Four months," was the answer; and for the rest of the year, he informed
me, they average from "half a quid" to a "quid" a week, which is
equivalent to from two dollars and a half to five dollars. The present
week was half gone, and he had earned four bob, or one dollar. And yet I
was given to understand that this was one of the better grades of
sweating.
I looked out of the window, which should have commanded the back yards of
the neighbouring buildings. But there were no back yards, or, rather,
they were covered with one-storey hovels, cowsheds, in which people
lived.
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