Only throw that girl out of your
mind."
I grasped his hand silently. I wanted to say something, but the
words stuck in my throat. He helped me out of my difficulties and
I devoted myself to the cloak business with fresh energy. The
agonies of my love for Anna were more persistent than those I had
suffered after I moved out of Dora's house.
But, somehow, instead of interfering with my business activities,
these agonies stimulated them. I was like the victim of a
toothache who seeks relief in hard work. I toiled day and night,
entering into the minutest detail of the business and performing
duties that were ordinarily left to some inferior employee.
Business was good. Things went humming. Bender, who now had
an interest in my factory, was happy
Some time later the same woolen man who had come to my
assistance did me another good turn, one that brought me a rich
harvest of profits. A certain weave was in great vogue that season,
the demand far exceeding the output, and it so happened that the
mill of the man with the professorial face was one of the very few
that produced that fabric.
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