When I told him, he complimented me on my English. I was sure it
meant business. I was thrilled
"Have you got a shop?" he further questioned. "How many hands
do you employ?"
"Seventy-five."
He sized me up. "Where is your place?"
"On Division Street."
"Well, well! What is your rating?" I did not know what he meant.
So, for an answer, I made a new attempt to submit the contents of
my bundle for his inspection. At this he made a gesture of disgust
and withdrew. A cold sweat broke out on my forehead
I had heard of the existence of small department stores in various
sections of the city, so I went in search of them
I found myself in the vicinity of the City College. As I passed that
corner I studiously looked away. I felt like a convert Jew passing a
synagogue
It was a warm day. My pack seemed to grow heavier with every
block I walked, and so did my heart. I was perspiring freely; my
collar wilted. All of which did anything but make me look as "a
man who paid his bills in checks." At last, walking up Third
Avenue I came across a place where there was quite a large
display of jackets in the windows.
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