He (Izabal) went about town unmissed; the metal taps on his shoes sounding against the pavement. His shoes made a clip-clopping clatter as he made his way up and down the sidewalk, his tap-shoes keeping time with his heart like a cardiac-metronome. People moved to one side when they espied him clip-clop-clattering down (or up) the sidewalk. His tap-shoes made such an infernal racket that people did whatever they could to avoid his clip-clattering-clop.
One day while gadding there and there Izabal fell upon a crumpled banknote on the sidewalk. He bent down, careful not to scuff the toes of his tap-shoes, and picked up the furrowed note. He straightening the banknote to fit flatly in the palm of his hand, and squinting, read the currency value: 27½ Canadian dollars. As he had never in his life seen (nor found) a 27 ½ $ banknote, in any currency whatsoever, he was dumb with perplexity. He stowed the now flattened banknote in his coat pocket and continued on his way, his shoes tapping-tap-tap-tapping against the pavement.
One day while gadding there and there Izabal fell upon a crumpled banknote on the sidewalk. He bent down, careful not to scuff the toes of his tap-shoes, and picked up the furrowed note. He straightening the banknote to fit flatly in the palm of his hand, and squinting, read the currency value: 27½ Canadian dollars. As he had never in his life seen (nor found) a 27 ½ $ banknote, in any currency whatsoever, he was dumb with perplexity. He stowed the now flattened banknote in his coat pocket and continued on his way, his shoes tapping-tap-tap-tapping against the pavement.
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