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An
Ascot
scarf
—
a
great
puff
of
heavy
black
silk
—
was
at
his
neck
,
the
knot
transfixed
by
a
tiny
golden
pin
set
off
with
an
opal
and
four
small
diamonds
.
At
one
end
of
the
room
were
two
great
windows
of
plate
glass
,
and
pausing
at
length
before
one
of
these
,
Lyman
selected
a
cigarette
from
his
curved
box
of
oxydized
silver
,
lit
it
and
stood
looking
down
and
out
,
willing
to
be
idle
for
a
moment
,
amused
and
interested
in
the
view
.
His
office
was
on
the
tenth
floor
of
the
EXCHANGE
BUILDING
,
a
beautiful
,
tower
-
like
affair
of
white
stone
,
that
stood
on
the
corner
of
Market
Street
near
its
intersection
with
Kearney
,
the
most
imposing
office
building
of
the
city
.
Below
him
the
city
swarmed
tumultuous
through
its
grooves
,
the
cable
-
cars
starting
and
stopping
with
a
gay
jangling
of
bells
and
a
strident
whirring
of
jostled
glass
windows
.
Drays
and
carts
clattered
over
the
cobbles
,
and
an
incessant
shuffling
of
thousands
of
feet
rose
from
the
pavement
.
Around
Lotta
’
s
fountain
the
baskets
of
the
flower
sellers
,
crammed
with
chrysanthemums
,
violets
,
pinks
,
roses
,
lilies
,
hyacinths
,
set
a
brisk
note
of
colour
in
the
grey
of
the
street
.
But
to
Lyman
’
s
notion
the
general
impression
of
this
centre
of
the
city
’
s
life
was
not
one
of
strenuous
business
activity
.
It
was
a
continuous
interest
in
small
things
,
a
people
ever
willing
to
be
amused
at
trifles
,
refusing
to
consider
serious
matters
—
good
-
natured
,
allowing
themselves
to
be
imposed
upon
,
taking
life
easily
—
generous
,
companionable
,
enthusiastic
;
living
,
as
it
were
,
from
day
to
day
,
in
a
place
where
the
luxuries
of
life
were
had
without
effort
;
in
a
city
that
offered
to
consideration
the
restlessness
of
a
New
York
,
without
its
earnestness
;
the
serenity
of
a
Naples
,
without
its
languor
;
the
romance
of
a
Seville
,
without
its
picturesqueness
.
As
Lyman
turned
from
the
window
,
about
to
resume
his
work
,
the
office
boy
appeared
at
the
door
.
“
The
man
from
the
lithograph
company
,
sir
,
”
announced
the
boy
.
“
Well
,
what
does
he
want
?
”
demanded
Lyman
,
adding
,
however
,
upon
the
instant
:
“
Show
him
in
.
”
A
young
man
entered
,
carrying
a
great
bundle
,
which
he
deposited
on
a
chair
,
with
a
gasp
of
relief
,
exclaiming
,
all
out
of
breath
:
