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At
the
same
time
,
their
spare
and
practical
manner
of
dressing
struck
dead
at
one
blow
any
thought
of
refinement
in
connection
with
the
work
in
here
.
How
unfortunate
that
his
lack
of
training
would
not
permit
his
being
put
to
office
work
or
something
like
that
upstairs
.
He
walked
with
Mr.
Kemerer
,
who
troubled
to
say
that
these
were
the
tubs
in
which
the
webs
were
shrunk
over
night
--
these
the
centrifugal
dryers
--
these
the
rack
dryers
.
Then
he
was
told
that
he
could
go
.
And
by
then
it
was
only
three
o'clock
.
He
made
his
way
out
of
the
nearest
door
and
once
outside
he
congratulated
himself
on
being
connected
with
this
great
company
,
while
at
the
same
time
wondering
whether
he
was
going
to
prove
satisfactory
to
Mr.
Kemerer
and
Mr.
Whiggam
.
Supposing
he
did
n't
.
Or
supposing
he
could
n't
stand
all
this
?
It
was
pretty
rough
.
Well
,
if
worst
came
to
worst
,
as
he
now
thought
,
he
could
go
back
to
Chicago
,
or
on
to
New
York
,
maybe
,
and
get
work
.
But
why
had
n't
Samuel
Griffiths
had
the
graciousness
to
receive
and
welcome
him
?
Why
had
that
young
Gilbert
Griffiths
smiled
so
cynically
?
And
what
sort
of
a
woman
was
this
Mrs.
Braley
?
Had
he
done
wisely
to
come
on
here
?
Would
this
family
do
anything
for
him
now
that
he
was
here
?
It
was
thus
that
,
strolling
west
along
River
Street
on
which
were
a
number
of
other
kinds
of
factories
,
and
then
north
through
a
few
other
streets
that
held
more
factories
--
tinware
,
wickwire
,
a
big
vacuum
carpet
cleaning
plant
,
a
rug
manufacturing
company
,
and
the
like
--
that
he
came
finally
upon
a
miserable
slum
,
the
like
of
which
,
small
as
it
was
,
he
had
not
seen
outside
of
Chicago
or
Kansas
City
.
He
was
so
irritated
and
depressed
by
the
poverty
and
social
angularity
and
crudeness
of
it
--
all
spelling
but
one
thing
,
social
misery
,
to
him
--
that
he
at
once
retraced
his
steps
and
recrossing
the
Mohawk
by
a
bridge
farther
west
soon
found
himself
in
an
area
which
was
very
different
indeed
--
a
region
once
more
of
just
such
homes
as
he
had
been
admiring
before
he
left
for
the
factory
.
And
walking
still
farther
south
,
he
came
upon
that
same
wide
and
tree-lined
avenue
--
which
he
had
seen
before
--
the
exterior
appearance
of
which
alone
identified
it
as
the
principal
residence
thoroughfare
of
Lycurgus
.
It
was
so
very
broad
and
well-paved
and
lined
by
such
an
arresting
company
of
houses
.
At
once
he
was
very
much
alive
to
the
personnel
of
this
street
,
for
it
came
to
him
immediately
that
it
must
be
in
this
street
very
likely
that
his
uncle
Samuel
lived
.
The
houses
were
nearly
all
of
French
,
Italian
or
English
design
,
and
excellent
period
copies
at
that
,
although
he
did
not
know
it
.
Impressed
by
their
beauty
and
spaciousness
,
however
,
he
walked
along
,
now
looking
at
one
and
another
,
and
wondering
which
,
if
any
,
of
these
was
occupied
by
his
uncle
,
and
deeply
impressed
by
the
significance
of
so
much
wealth
.
How
superior
and
condescending
his
cousin
Gilbert
must
feel
,
walking
out
of
some
such
place
as
this
in
the
morning
.
Then
pausing
before
one
which
,
because
of
trees
,
walks
,
newly
-
groomed
if
bloomless
flower
beds
,
a
large
garage
at
the
rear
,
a
large
fountain
to
the
left
of
the
house
as
he
faced
it
,
in
the
center
of
which
was
a
boy
holding
a
swan
in
his
arms
,
and
to
the
right
of
the
house
one
lone
cast
iron
stag
pursued
by
some
cast
iron
dogs
,
he
felt
especially
impelled
to
admire
,
and
charmed
by
the
dignity
of
this
place
,
which
was
a
modified
form
of
old
English
,
he
now
inquired
of
a
stranger
who
was
passing
--
a
middle
-
aged
man
of
a
rather
shabby
working
type
,
"
Whose
house
is
that
,
mister
?
"
and
the
man
replied
:
"
Why
,
that
's
Samuel
Griffiths
'
residence
.
He
's
the
man
who
owns
the
big
collar
factory
over
the
river
.
"
At
once
Clyde
straightened
up
,
as
though
dashed
with
cold
water
.
His
uncle
's
!
His
residence
!
Then
that
was
one
of
his
automobiles
standing
before
the
garage
at
the
rear
there
.
And
there
was
another
visible
through
the
open
door
of
the
garage
.
Indeed
in
his
immature
and
really
psychically
unilluminated
mind
it
suddenly
evoked
a
mood
which
was
as
of
roses
,
perfumes
,
lights
and
music
.
