The primal law
Isabel Ostrander
eBook
(...)"THE rain, which fell in slanting sheets, pelting like hail upon the narrow, broken sidewalks, and swirling along the gutters in an unstemmed tide of yellowish foam, beat relentlessly upon a group of bedraggled little figures winding their way down the long hill to the town. Their frail bodies bent and swayed soddenly in the face of that blinding, drenching onslaught, their poor soaked garments clung miserably to their gaunt limbs, and the small feet sloughed up and down drearily in their battered shoes. Yet they trudged on apathetically, without haste, on their dulled faces only a look of dogged weariness. The children were coming home from the mills.Now and then, one of the smallest would lag back, and then (...)".