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 winter in a sweater's den, {5} barely enough to keep them all alive, and, after the hardships of the cold season, he was again in desperate straits for work.

"The boss had all but agreed to take him on for some sort of   unskilled labor, when, struck by the cadaverous look of the man, he    told him to bare his arm.  Up went the sleeve of his coat and his    ragged flannel shirt, exposing a naked arm with the muscles nearly    gone, and