휴스턴 랭즈의 작품 -길에서-의 한 부분

He was not interested in the snow. When he got off the freight, one early evening during the depression, Sargeant never even noticed the snow. But he must have felt it seeping down his neck, cold, wet, sopping in his shoes. But if you had asked him, he wouldn't have known it was snowing. Sargeant didn't see the snow, not even under the bright lights of the main street, falling white flaky against the night. He was too hungry, too sleepy, too tired.
The Reverend Mr. Dorset , however, saw the snow when he switched on his porch light, opened the front door of his parsonage, and found standing there before him a big black man with snow on his face, a human piece of night with snow on his face - obviously unemployed.
Said the Reverend Mr. Dorset before Sargeant even realized he'd opened his mouth: I'm sorry. No! Go right on down this street on four blocks and turn to your left, walk up seven and you'll see the Relief Shelter. I'm sorry. No! He shut the door.
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