All day they were bowing and smirking to the women who came in; smiling, when all they wanted was to get their money from them.

They used to run and fetch the dresses and ribbons to show them, and they seemed to me like worms with oil on.
There was one respectable thing in that store--it was the Kaffer storeman.

His work was to load and unload, and he never needed to smile except when he liked, and he never told lies.
"The other clerks gave me the name of Old Salvation; but there was one person I liked very much.

He was clerk in another store.

He often went past the door.