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Then he ate some of the bread and ham himself and swallowed half the whiskey , and stretched out beside the child and fanned her while she slept . It was something strangely incomprehensible to Rags that he should feel so keen a satisfaction in doing even this little for her , but he gave up wondering , and forgot everything else in watching the strange beauty of the sleeping baby and in the odd feeling of responsibility and self-respect she had brought to him . He did not feel it coming on , or he would have fought against it , but the heat of the day and the sleeplessness of the night before , and the fumes of the whiskey on his empty stomach , drew him unconsciously into a dull stupor , so that the paper fan slipped from his hand , and he sank back on the bedding into a heavy sleep . When he awoke it was nearly dusk and past six o'clock , as he knew by the newsboys calling the sporting extras on the street below . He sprang up , cursing himself , and filled with bitter remorse . `` I 'm a drunken fool , that 's what I am , '' said Rags , savagely . `` I 've let her lie here all day in the heat with no one to watch her . ''