Go to the Associated Charities," snarled Livingstone, conscious of the biting sarcasm of his speech.
"Go where, sir ?" "Go to the devil!" The man stopped in his tracks.
A ragged, meagre boy slid in through the crowd just ahead of Livingstone, to a woman who was toiling along with a large bundle.
Holding out a pinched hand, he offered to carry the parcel for her.

The woman hesitated.
-- "For five cents," he pleaded.
She was about to yield, for the bundle was heavy.

But the boy was just in front of Livingstone and in his eagerness brushed against him.
Livingstone gave him a shove which sent him spinning away across the sidewalk; the stream of passers-by swept in between them, and the boy lost his job and the woman his service.
The man of success passed on..