' I'll pay you what I owe you and leave me
alone."
"As if I were uneasy about those few dollars!" he said,
ingratiatingly
"I know you are not. That's just it."
He took fire. "What am I after, then? You think I get rich on your
work, don't you?"
Our altercation waxed violent. At one point he was about to lapse
into a conciliatory tone again, but his dignity prevailed
"I would not keep you if you begged me," he declared. "I hate to
deal with an ingrate. But I want my money at once." "I shall pay it
to you when work begins."
"No, sirrah. I want it at once." An ugly scene followed. He seized
me by my coat lapels and threatened to have me arrested.
Finally the restaurant-keeper and Gussie, the homely finisher girl
whom we all respected, made peace between us, and things were
arranged more or less amicably
I obtained employment in an "inside" place, a factory owned by
twin brothers named Manheimer
I was in high feather. My sense of advancement and independence
reminded me of the days when I had just been graduated from the
Talmudic Academy and went on studying as an "independent
scholar.
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