"This is no synagogue."
"Nor is it a pigsty," Gussie urged, without raising her eyes from her
work
A month or two later he abandoned these sallies of his own accord.
The other fellows twitted him on his burst of "righteousness" and
made efforts to lure him into a race of ribald punning, but he
stood his ground
By and by it leaked out that he was engaged and madly in love
with his girl.
I warmed to him.
The young woman who had won his heart was not an employee of
our shop.
Indeed, love-affairs between working-men and working-girls who
are employed in the same place are not quite so common as one
might suppose. The factory is scarcely a proper setting for
romance. It is one of the battle-fields in our struggle for existence,
where we treat woman as an inferior being, whereas in civilized
love-making we prefer to keep up the chivalrous fiction that she is
our superior. The girls of our shop, hard-worked, disheveled, and
handled with anything but chivalry, aroused my sympathy, but it
was not the kind of feeling that stimulates romantic interest.
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