"
He revolted me
I made out a check for two hundred dollars; tore it and made out
one for five hundred
He flushed, scanned the figure, giggled, hesitated, and finally
folded the check and pushed it into his inner vest pocket, thanking
me with drunken ardor
Some time later I was returning to my office, my heart heavy with
self-disgust and sadness. In the evening I went home, to the
loneliness of my beautiful hotel lodgings. My heart was still heavy
with distaste and sadness
CHAPTER V GUSSIE, the finisher-girl to whom I had once made
love with a view to marrying her for her money, worked in the
vicinity of my factory and I met her from time to time on the
Avenue. We kept up our familiar tone of former days. We would
pause, exchange some banter, and go our several ways. She was
over fifty now. She looked haggard and dried up and her hair was
copiously shot with gray
One afternoon she told me she had changed her shop, naming her
new employer
"Is it a good place to work in?" I inquired
"Oh, it's as good or as bad as any other place," she replied, with a
gay smile
"Mine is good," I jested
"That's what they all say
"Come to work for me and see for yourself.
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