" I hated the socialists with
a novel venom. Finally I pulled myself together. Then it was that I
discovered the real condition of my affairs. I had gone into those
speculations far deeper than I could afford. There were indications
that made me seriously uneasy. Things were even worse than
Bender imagined. Ruin stared me in the face. I was panic-stricken.
One day I had the head of a large woolen concern lunch with me
in a private dining-room of a well-known hotel. He was dignifiedly
steel-gray and he had the appearance of a college professor or
successful physician rather than of a business man. He liked me. I
had long been one of his most important customers and I had
always sought to build up a good record with him. For example:
other cloak-manufacturers would exact allowances for
merchandise that proved to have some imperfection. I never do so.
It is the rule of my house never to put in a claim for such things. In
the majority of cases the goods can be cut so as to avoid any loss
of material, and if it cannot, I will sustain the small loss rather
than incur the mill's disfavor.
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