As this man came out from the warehouse, another man came down the street.

His dress was not beautiful, neither was he.

There was a red look about him--he wore a red flannel cap, tricolour ribbons, and had something red upon his hands, which was neither ribbon nor flannel.

He also looked hungry; but it was not for food.
The other stopped when he saw him, and pulled something from his pocket.

It was a watch, a repeater, in a gold filigree case of exquisite workmanship, with raised figures depicting the loves of an Arcadian shepherd and shepherdess; and, as it lay on the white hand of its owner, it bore an evanescent fragrance that seemed to recall scenes as beautiful and as completely past as the days of pastoral perfection, when "All the world and love were young And truth in every shepherd's tongue." The young man held it to the other and spoke.