His heap of paper shavings under the counter, where the biting winds could not reach him, came to his mind, and the tears rushed to his eyes.

But to-night, at least, there would be no need to sleep out of doors, for he had some money in the safest corner of his ragged pocket, tied up in it securely with a bit of string.

He could afford to pay for a night's lodging, and he knew very well where he could get one.
About nine o'clock Tony turned his weary feet towards a slum he knew of in Westminster, where there was a cellar open to everybody who could pay two-pence for a night's shelter.

His heart was very full and heavy with resentment against his enemy, and a great longing to see Dolly.

He loitered about the door of the cellar, reluctant and almost afraid to venture in; for it was so long since he had been driven to any of these places that he felt nearly like a stranger among them.