She felt in her purse with trembling fingers, and found a shilling and a sixpence.
"Go and get your mother's medicine," she whispered, putting the money into Ray's hand; "but don't tell her that you met me, or she may scold you." Ray turned in at the side door, and Clara, white to the lips, hurried round the corner.
It took Ray half an hour to cover the short distance between the Angel and the Silver Shoe, with a bottle of brandy swinging carelessly in the millet-bag.

Cassidy himself, all smiles, had carefully wrapped it in paper.

Ray had promised to hurry home with the medicine for his mother, but, as usual, the shop windows were irresistible.

Some of his early trips to the "Angel" had taken half a day.
Meanwhile Ada lay on the bed in an agony of attention, atrociously alert to every sound, hearing with every nerve in her body.

Her nerves had collapsed under the repeated debauches, and the scream of an engine shunting in the railway yards went through her like a knife.