She turned into a smaller room where the private tables were, to which she belonged; at first they had tried to teach her to dance, but she would not learn. The furniture was worn, with a slimy polish in spots; an unclean, stifling smell in the air; a few coarse prints of racers and champions hung around; and in one place a drunken artist had sketched one night a Crucifixion on the wall; the owner was angry enough, but something held back his hand from touching it, and it staid there, covered by an old newspaper.
As Jane laid away her shawl and hood, a woman came forward to meet her.
'What are you here for?' she said, fiercely; 'this is Christmas eve! there's none for me-I wish I could cry, but my tears are dried up,' snatching her tawdry cap from her head and stamping on it; 'but you're not a devil yet. Go home, if you've got a home! out the back way-quick!'
The woman caught her shoulder, pulled away the paper, and pointed to the picture on the wall.
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