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It was the first October frost. Outside a half-built house, before a board on which was written, "Jolly Bros., Builders," I saw a man, whose eyes seemed saying: "In the winter building will stop; if I am homeless and workless now, what shall I be in two months' time? " Turning to me he said: "Can you give me a job, sir? I don't mind what I do."
His face was in mourning for a shave, his clothes were very ragged, and he was so thin that there seemed hardly any man behind those ragged clothes. He smelt, not indeed of whiskey, but as though bereaved of it; and his blue and watery eyes were like those of a lost dog.