As he approached me he beckoned me commandingly to follow.
He passed on tranquilly, without once looking round, went down Straw Street and over the bridge,
and stopped on the outskirts of the town in front of a new building.
No one was working there, the walls stood bare, without doors or windows.
Kromer looked round and then went through the doorway.
I followed him. He stepped behind the wall, beckoned to me and stretched out his hand.
“That makes sixty-five pfennigs,” he said and looked at me.
“Yes,” I said timidly. “That’s all I have—it’s too little, I know, but it’s all. I haven’t any more.”
“I thought you were cleverer than that,” he exclaimed, blaming me in what were almost mild terms.
“Between men of honor there must be honest dealing. I will not take anything from you, except what is right.
You know that. Take your pfennigs back, there! The other—you know who—doesn’t try to beat me down. He pays.”
“But I have absolutely nothing else. That was my money box.”
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