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Once
across
the
river
and
into
the
wholesale
district
,
she
glanced
about
her
for
some
likely
door
at
which
to
apply
.
As
she
contemplated
the
wide
windows
and
imposing
signs
,
she
became
conscious
of
being
gazed
upon
and
understood
for
what
she
was
—
a
wage
-
seeker
.
She
had
never
done
this
thing
before
,
and
lacked
courage
.
To
avoid
a
certain
indefinable
shame
she
felt
at
being
caught
spying
about
for
a
position
,
she
quickened
her
steps
and
assumed
an
air
of
indifference
supposedly
common
to
one
upon
an
errand
.
In
this
way
she
passed
many
manufacturing
and
wholesale
houses
without
once
glancing
in
.
At
last
,
after
several
blocks
of
walking
,
she
felt
that
this
would
not
do
,
and
began
to
look
about
again
,
though
without
relaxing
her
pace
.
A
little
way
on
she
saw
a
great
door
which
,
for
some
reason
,
attracted
her
attention
.
It
was
ornamented
by
a
small
brass
sign
,
and
seemed
to
be
the
entrance
to
a
vast
hive
of
six
or
seven
floors
.
“
Perhaps
,
”
she
thought
,
“
they
may
want
some
one
,
”
and
crossed
over
to
enter
.
When
she
came
within
a
score
of
feet
of
the
desired
goal
,
she
saw
through
the
window
a
young
man
in
a
grey
checked
suit
.
That
he
had
anything
to
do
with
the
concern
,
she
could
not
tell
,
but
because
he
happened
to
be
looking
in
her
direction
her
weakening
heart
misgave
her
and
she
hurried
by
,
too
overcome
with
shame
to
enter
.
Over
the
way
stood
a
great
six
-
story
structure
,
labelled
Storm
and
King
,
which
she
viewed
with
rising
hope
.
It
was
a
wholesale
dry
goods
concern
and
employed
women
.
She
could
see
them
moving
about
now
and
then
upon
the
upper
floors
.
This
place
she
decided
to
enter
,
no
matter
what
.
She
crossed
over
and
walked
directly
toward
the
entrance
.
As
she
did
so
,
two
men
came
out
and
paused
in
the
door
.
A
telegraph
messenger
in
blue
dashed
past
her
and
up
the
few
steps
that
led
to
the
entrance
and
disappeared
.
Several
pedestrians
out
of
the
hurrying
throng
which
filled
the
sidewalks
passed
about
her
as
she
paused
,
hesitating
.
She
looked
helplessly
around
,
and
then
,
seeing
herself
observed
,
retreated
.
It
was
too
difficult
a
task
.
She
could
not
go
past
them
.
So
severe
a
defeat
told
sadly
upon
her
nerves
.
Her
feet
carried
her
mechanically
forward
,
every
foot
of
her
progress
being
a
satisfactory
portion
of
a
flight
which
she
gladly
made
.
Block
after
block
passed
by
.
Upon
streetlamps
at
the
various
corners
she
read
names
such
as
Madison
,
Monroe
,
La
Salle
,
Clark
,
Dearborn
,
State
,
and
still
she
went
,
her
feet
beginning
to
tire
upon
the
broad
stone
flagging
.
She
was
pleased
in
part
that
the
streets
were
bright
and
clean
.
The
morning
sun
,
shining
down
with
steadily
increasing
warmth
,
made
the
shady
side
of
the
streets
pleasantly
cool
.
She
looked
at
the
blue
sky
overhead
with
more
realisation
of
its
charm
than
had
ever
come
to
her
before
.
Her
cowardice
began
to
trouble
her
in
a
way
.
She
turned
back
,
resolving
to
hunt
up
Storm
and
King
and
enter
.
On
the
way
,
she
encountered
a
great
wholesale
shoe
company
,
through
the
broad
plate
windows
of
which
she
saw
an
enclosed
executive
department
,
hidden
by
frosted
glass
.
Without
this
enclosure
,
but
just
within
the
street
entrance
,
sat
a
grey
-
haired
gentleman
at
a
small
table
,
with
a
large
open
ledger
before
him
.
She
walked
by
this
institution
several
times
hesitating
,
but
,
finding
herself
unobserved
,
faltered
past
the
screen
door
and
stood
humbly
waiting
.
“
Well
,
young
lady
,
”
observed
the
old
gentleman
,
looking
at
her
somewhat
kindly
,
“
what
is
it
you
wish
?
”
“
I
am
,
that
is
,
do
you
—
I
mean
,
do
you
need
any
help
?
”
she
stammered
.
“
Not
just
at
present
,
”
he
answered
smiling
.
“
Not
just
at
present
.
Come
in
some
time
next
week
.
Occasionally
we
need
some
one
.
”
She
received
the
answer
in
silence
and
backed
awkwardly
out
.
The
pleasant
nature
of
her
reception
rather
astonished
her
.
She
had
expected
that
it
would
be
more
difficult
,
that
something
cold
and
harsh
would
be
said
—
she
knew
not
what
.
That
she
had
not
been
put
to
shame
and
made
to
feel
her
unfortunate
position
,
seemed
remarkable
.
Somewhat
encouraged
,
she
ventured
into
another
large
structure
.
It
was
a
clothing
company
,
and
more
people
were
in
evidence
—
well
-
dressed
men
of
forty
and
more
,
surrounded
by
brass
railings
.
