The Young Man's Hat

The young man was so badly dressed that even a man accustomed to shabbiness would have been a shame to be seen in the street in such rags. But there was such accumulated bitterness and contempt in the young man's heart, that in spite of all the fastidiousness of youth he minded his rags least of all in the street. And yet when a drunken man who for some unknown reason was being taken somewhere in a huge wagon dragged by a heavy-dray horse suddenly shouted at him as he drove past, hey there, German hadder, bawling at the top of his voice and pointing at him, the young man stopped suddenly and clutched tremulously at his