"No--but--"
"Ah, then, we will not talk about it. You are young--you are
hard-working; you left a very rich home on Fifth Avenue to go and
live in a dirty hotel in a country village--all because you were
honest; you risked your life to save your employer; and now you
want to go into debt to save a friend. Ah--you see, I know all
about you, my dear Mr. John Breen. Mr. Grayson has told me, and if
he had not, I could read your face. No--no--no--we will not talk
about such things as cent per cent and security. No--no--I am very
glad I had the bonds where I could get at them quick. There now--
do you run home as fast as you can and tell your friend. He is
more unhappy than anybody."
Jack had his breath now and he had also made up his mind. Every
drop of blood in his body was in revolt. Take money from a Jew
tailor whom he had not seen half a dozen times; with whom he had
no business relations or dealings, or even social acquaintance?
He laid the bonds back on the desk.
"I cannot take them, Mr. Cohen.
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