Американская трагедия

Chapter 6

           

           Andfinally,finding882,heknockedtimidlyandwasgreetedafteramomentbyasegmentofaverystoutandvigorousbodyinablueandwhitestripedunionsuitandarelatedsegmentofaroundandfloridheadinwhichwassetoneeyeandsomewrinklestoonesideofit.

           "Here’sadollarbill,son,"saidtheeyeseemingly—andnowahandappearedholdingapaperdollar.Itwasfatandred."Yougoouttoahaberdasher’sandgetmeapairofgarters—BostonGarters—silk—andhurryback."

           "Yes,sir,"repliedClyde,andtookthedollar.Thedoorclosedandhefoundhimselfhustlingalongthehalltowardtheelevator,wonderingwhatahaberdasher’swas.Asoldashewas—seventeen—thenamewasnewtohim.Hehadneverevenhearditbefore,ornoticeditatleast.Ifthemanhadsaida"gents’furnishingstore,"hewouldhaveunderstoodatonce,butnowherehewastoldtogotoahaberdasher’sandhedidnotknowwhatitwas.Acoldsweatburstoutuponhisforehead.Hiskneestrembled.Thedevil!Whatwouldhedonow?Couldheaskanyone,evenHegglund,andnotseem—

           Hepushedtheelevatorbutton.Thecarbegantodescend.Ahaberdasher.Ahaberdasher.Suddenlyasanethoughtreachedhim.Supposinghedidn’tknowwhatahaberdasherwas?AfterallthemanwantedapairofsilkBostongarters.WheredidonegetsilkBostongarters—atastore,ofcourse,aplacewheretheysoldthingsformen.Certainly.Agents’furnishingstore.Hewouldrunouttoastore.

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