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The office is a sight—not one sheet of paper on another; bills and receipts everywhere. "We'll do it. We have to get them to let us in for the profits of their business, and in return we ask them to—dinner. "My wife and daughter, Sir," said the carpenter, introducing them to his guest. At Christmas he gave her a set of a small edition of Meredith’s novels, very prettily bound in flexible leather, being guided in the choice of an author, as he intimated, rather by her preferences than his own. The man pulled up his horse grumbling, and turned round. Light the lantern. A woman’s shoe lay on the threadbare carpeting. \" She replied. The elastic spirits of youth resumed their sway; and, before the coach stopped, his tears had ceased to flow. He had almost forced himself upon her one night after a particularly bloody raid of a thatched cottage. He was a civil servant of some standing, and after a previous conversation upon aesthetics of a sententious, nebulous, and sympathetic character, he had sent her a small volume, which he described as the fruits of his leisure and which was as a matter of fact rather carefully finished verse.
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