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She came back at the end of a minute or two, and replied, "Dey ain't no sich person here." Jurgis's heart went down into his boots. "I was told this was where she lived!" he cried. But the girl only shook her head. "De lady says dey ain't no sich person here," she said. And he stood for a moment, hesitating, helpless with dismay. Then he turned to go to the door.
And then there was Stanislovas and his awful fate that brief story which Marija had narrated so calmly, with such dull indifference! The poor little fellow, with his frostbitten fingers and his terror of the snow his wailing voice rang in Jurgis's ears, as he lay there in the darkness, until the sweat started on his forehead.
These Western fellows were just "meat" for Tommy Hinds he would get a dozen of them around him and paint little pictures of "the System." Of course, it was not a week before he had heard Jurgis's story, and after that he would not have let his new porter go for the world.
It was Scully who was to blame for the unpaved street in which Jurgis's child had been drowned; it was Scully who had put into office the magistrate who had first sent Jurgis to jail; it was Scully who was principal stockholder in the company which had sold him the ramshackle tenement, and then robbed him of it.
"Yes, sir," he said, at which Master Freddie hung tightly upon Jurgis's neck and went into a fit of laughter. "Hamilton, you damn ole scoundrel," he roared, "I'll 'scharge you for impudence, you see 'f I don't! Ho, ho, ho! I'm drunk! Ho, ho!" The two waited until his fit had spent itself, to see what new whim would seize him. "Whatcha wanta do?" he queried suddenly.
"I could not go away without telling you how much how glad I am I heard you. I I didn't know anything about it all " The big man with the spectacles, who had moved away, came back at this moment. "The comrade is too tired to talk to any one " he began; but the other held up his hand. "Wait," he said. "He has something to say to me." And then he looked into Jurgis's face.
Comrade Ostrinski was a little man, scarcely up to Jurgis's shoulder, wizened and wrinkled, very ugly, and slightly lame. He had on a long-tailed black coat, worn green at the seams and the buttonholes; his eyes must have been weak, for he wore green spectacles that gave him a grotesque appearance. But his handclasp was hearty, and he spoke in Lithuanian, which warmed Jurgis to him.
There was a machine which stamped out the iron plates, and then another which, with a mighty thud, mashed them to the shape of the sitting-down portion of the American farmer. Then they were piled upon a truck, and it was Jurgis's task to wheel them to the room where the machines were "assembled."
An hour or two later he entered a room and confronted a big Irishman behind a desk. "Ever worked in Chicago before?" the man inquired; and whether it was a good angel that put it into Jurgis's mind, or an intuition of his sharpened wits, he was moved to answer, "No, sir." "Where do you come from?" "Kansas City, sir." "Any references?" "No, sir. I'm just an unskilled man. I've got good arms."
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