Then she seized up the bundle and went quickly out, locking the door behind her, and taking the key with her.
"I am going away for a time, but I shall come back," she said to the cobbler's wife on the same landing.
"No one comes back as once goes," said the woman, without raising her eyes from the cheap blouse which she was finishing, which kept so well the grim secret of how it came into being that no one was afraid of buying it.
"I am keeping on the room." The woman smiled incredulously, giving one sharp glance at the bundle.
She had seen many flittings.

She should buy the kettle when Rachel's "sticks" were sold by the landlord in default of the rent.
"Well, you was a good neighbor," she said.

"There's a-many as 'ull miss you.

Good-bye, and good luck to ye.

I sha'n't say as you've left." "I shall come back," said Rachel, hoarsely, and she slipped down-stairs like a thief.