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                                  "You are an intelligent and honest man, as one may see by your
                            face. We suppose that you are poor and a stranger. Enclosed you will
                            find a sum of money. It is lent to you for thirty days, without interest.
                            Report at this house at the end of that time. I have a bet on you. If I
                            win  it  you  shall  have  any  job  that  is  in  my  power  to  give  you,  of
                            course, if you are competent to fill it".
                                  No signature, no address, no date.
                                  Well, what a situation to be in! I hadn't the least idea what were
                            the game or the bet. If I ask the Bank of England to place this bill to
                            the account of the man it belongs to, they'll do it, for they know him,
                            although I don't; but they will ask me how I came into possession of
                            it, and if I tell the truth, they'll put me in the asylum, naturally. If I lie,
                            they will put me in jail. The same result will follow if I try to change
                            the bill in a bank, or to borrow money on it. So I had to suffer for a
                            month without wages or profit — unless I help win the bet, whatever
                            it may be, and get the job that I am promised.
                                  I began thinking about that job. No doubt the salary would be
                            large. It would begin in a month; after that I should be all right. Then,
                            I saw a tailor-shop. Could I afford to throw off my rags and to clothe
                            myself decently? No; I had nothing in the world but a million pounds.
                            But soon I was coming back again. The temptation made me give in. I
                            asked if they had a misfit suit that had been left on their hands. The
                            fellow I spoke to nodded his head toward another fellow, and gave
                            me  no  answer.  I  went  to  the  indicated  fellow,  and  he  indicated
                            another fellow with his head, and  no words. I went to  him, and  he
                            said:
                                  "Attend to you immediately".
                                  I waited till he finished what he was doing. Then he took me
                            into a back room, looked through a pile of rejected suits, and selected
                            the cheapest one for me. I put it on. It didn't fit, and wasn't in any way
                            attractive,  but  it  was  new,  and  I  was  anxious  to  have  it;  so  I  said
                            shyly:
                                  "Could you possibly wait a few days for the money? I haven't
                            any small change about me".
                                  The fellow looked at me sarcastically, and said:
                                  "Oh, you haven't? Well, of course, I didn't expect it. I'd expect
                            gentlemen like you to carry only large bills".
                                  I was hurt and said:
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