On one of the new steel buildings no work was being done that afternoon.

The building had killed a man in the morning--and the steel-workers always stop for the day when that "happens." And in the hurrying crowds, swirling and sifting through the brobdingnagian camp of iron and steel, one saw the camp-followers and the pagan women--there would be work to-day and dancing to-night.

For the Puritan's dry voice is but the crackling of a leaf underfoot in the rush and roar of the coming of the new Egypt.
Bibbs was on time.

He knew it must be "to the minute" or his father would consider it an outrage; and the big chronometer in Sheridan's office marked four precisely when Bibbs walked in.

Coincidentally with his entrance five people who had been at work in the office, under Sheridan's direction, walked out.