joe was working on the boiler, stressed and aggravated out of his mind. this boiler just seemed to be unfixable! But, he was determined to do a good job and keep himself out of the cold dublin streets as he curses and sighs, testing the boiler and the wrench back and forth, getting nowhere, he didn't hear the door opening

you, a scullery maid in the hotel, was bringing him a cup of tea and a slice of bread, on your own accord