She was half crazed with pain and growing numb when two young gentlemen came along. One stooped and picked up something lying in the street.
"Gad! I've good luck," and he held up the dollar.
"Please, mister! it's mine. Give it to me quick. It's all that's left."
"And what did you do with the others? Come now, you've had a little too much of the stuff inside, but you'd better move on or you'll freeze."
"Let's call a policeman."
"Too cold to stop. They'll find her; and if she freezes, well enough. Her kind are of no use to the world."
Then the speaker dropped the dollar in his pocket, and taking his companion's arm hastened away.
"O God! O God!" groaned Maggie. But her cry was lost on the moaning wind.
Presently a man wrapped in a fur-trimmed coat turned the corner and almost ran over the prostrate form. He halted suddenly and spoke to her. No answer.
He shook her. Only a faint groan.