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- He put his hand down and pressed a finger on the place where the left boot was not quite comfortable and said
- Id 'urds' you dere, Dose big virms 'ave no self-respect*
- Dey get id all,dey get id by advertisement, nod by work. Dey take id away from us, who lofe our boods. Id gomes to dis—bresently I haf no work. Every year id gets less. You will see.*
- And looking at his lined face he saw things he had never noticed before, bitterthings and bitter struggle and what a lot of grey hairs there seemed suddenly in his red beard!
- *It hurts you there, Those bid firms have no self respect.And then, as if something had given way within him, he spoke long and bitterly. it was the only time the author had ever heard him discuss the conditions and hardships of his trade
- It was many months before the author's next visit to hisshop. This time it appeared to be his elder brother, handling a piece of leather.
- Well, Mr.Gessler,how are you?
- *They get it all. They get it by advertisement, not by work. They take it away from us, who love our boots. It comes to this — presently I have no work. Every year it gets less.
- and said slowly,
- I am breddy well, but my elder brudderis dead.*
- As best he could, he explained the circumstancesof those ill-omened boots. But his face and voicemade so deep an impression that during the nextfew minutes he ordered many pairs. They lastedlonger than ever. And he was not able to go to himfor nearly two years.
- Oh! I am sorry!
- Yes, he was a good man, he made a good bood. But he is dead.
- Hecame close, and peered at the author
- *am pretty well, but my elder brother is dead.And he saw that it was indeed himself but howaged and wan! And never before he heard himmention his brother. Much shocked, I murmured,
- And he touched the top of his head, where the hair hadsuddenly gone as thin as it had been on that of his poor brother, to indicate, the cause of his death.
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