"Hear the letter," said Ireton, breaking the seal. "Strange!" observed the Master; "I thought he'd been at my elbow all this time. But beyond "amicable agreement in which mutual concessions are made," the word "compromise" was as blank as the Canton wall at night. He came in with his hands in his trousers pockets and a general air of depression in his bearing.
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