Nine o'clock at last, and the drudging toil of the day was ended. Lena climbed to herroom in the third half-story of the Quarrymen's Hotel. Since daylight she had slaved,doing the work of a full-grown woman, scrubbing the floors, washing the heavyironstone plates and cups, making the beds, and supplying the insatiate demands forwood and water in that turbulent and depressing hostelry.The din of the day's quarrying was over--the blasting and drilling, the creaking of thegreat cranes, the shouts of the foremen, the backing and shifting of the flat-cars haulingthe heavy blocks of limestone. Down in the hotel office three or four of the labourerswere growling and swearing over a belated game of checkers. Heavy odours of stewedmeat, hot grease, and cheap coffee hung like a depressing fog about the house
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