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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 445 pages of information about The Jungle.
businesslike nonchalance which said plainer than any words that it was a matter of everyday routine.  It took a couple of hours to get them out of the way, and in the end Jurgis saw them go into the chilling rooms with the rest of the meat, being carefully scattered here and there so that they could not be identified.  When he came home that night he was in a very somber mood, having begun to see at last how those might be right who had laughed at him for his faith in America.

Chapter 6

Jurgis and Ona were very much in love; they had waited a long time—­it was now well into the second year, and Jurgis judged everything by the criterion of its helping or hindering their union.  All his thoughts were there; he accepted the family because it was a part of Ona.  And he was interested in the house because it was to be Ona’s home.  Even the tricks and cruelties he saw at Durham’s had little meaning for him just then, save as they might happen to affect his future with Ona.

The marriage would have been at once, if they had had their way; but this would mean that they would have to do without any wedding feast, and when they suggested this they came into conflict with the old people.  To Teta Elzbieta especially the very suggestion was an affliction.  What! she would cry.  To be married on the roadside like a parcel of beggars!  No!  No!—­Elzbieta had some traditions behind her; she had been a person of importance in her girlhood—­had lived on a big estate and had servants, and might have married well and been a lady, but for the fact that there had been nine daughters and no sons in the family.  Even so, however, she knew what was decent, and clung to her traditions with desperation.  They were not going to lose all caste, even if they had come to be unskilled laborers in Packingtown; and that Ona had even talked of omitting a Yeselija was enough to keep her stepmother lying awake all night.  It was in vain for them to say that they had so few friends; they were bound to have friends in time, and then the friends would talk about it.  They must not give up what was right for a little money—­if they did, the money would never do them any good, they could depend upon that.  And Elzbieta would call upon Dede Antanas to support her; there was a fear in the souls of these two, lest this journey to a new country might somehow undermine the old home virtues of their children.  The very first Sunday they had all been taken to mass; and poor as they were, Elzbieta had felt it advisable to invest a little of her resources in a representation of the babe of Bethlehem, made in plaster, and painted in brilliant colors.  Though it was only a foot high, there was a shrine with four snow-white steeples, and the Virgin standing with her child in her arms, and the kings and shepherds and wise men bowing down before him.  It had cost fifty cents; but Elzbieta had a feeling that money spent for such things was not to be counted too closely, it would come back in hidden ways.  The piece was beautiful on the parlor mantel, and one could not have a home without some sort of ornament.

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