The harassed and weary-looking man, the personification of genteel
poverty, paused before the windows which had been hired by the Humane
Society.
In the center of the window was the picture of a large furry animal, with
a woe-begone expression on its face.
Underneath was the placard: “I was skinned to provide a woman with
fashionable furs.”
For a moment the tired expression faded from the man’s face.
“I know just how you feel, poor old chap!” he muttered. “So was I.”
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