Comprehension
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Passage
I began work at the smithy on the Monday morning. My wages were half a crown a week. My hours were from six in the morning till six at night, with an hour's break lunch. My Boss, Boeta Dick, was a tall, bent, reedy consumptive. He had a parched yellow skin, drawn tight over his jutting bones. His cheeks were so sunken, it was as though he were permanently sucking them in. His eyes were far back in his head. He coughed violently, and besides his mt was a bucket of sand into which he spat. Changing the sand daily was the only part of my job I hated. The smithy was divided into two parts at one end were the machines that cut, shaped, and put the tins together. The men who worked on the machines were on a regular weekly wage. At the other end, was a row of small furnaces, each with its own bellows and pile of fuel. Here, at each furnace, a man sat soldering the seams of the tins as they came from the machines. The solderes were on piece-work. To average two or three pounds a week they had to do a mountainous amount of soldering. Each solderer had a boy to cart the tins from the machines to him, then to smear the seams of each tin with sulphur powder so that the lead took easily, and , after checking, to cart the tins out of the yard where the lorries collected them.