And he was by that much nearer to his goal; that much sooner would he be released from bondage; thirty-three dollars sooner could he look Gashwiler in the eye and say what he thought of him and his emporium.

In his nightly prayer he did not neglect to render thanks for this.
He dressed the next morning with a new elation.

He must be more careful about keeping tab on his money, but also it was wonderful to find more than you expected.

He left the storeroom that reeked of kerosene and passed into the emporium to replace his treasure in its hiding place.
The big room was dusky behind the drawn front curtains, but all the smells were there--the smell of ground coffee and spices at the grocery counter, farther on, the smothering smell of prints and woolens and new leather.
The dummies, waiting down by the door to be put outside, regarded each other in blank solemnity.

A few big flies droned lazily about their still forms.