” Ennison glanced at the other people in the box and smiled. 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. . “I don’t know. ‘Still—here? Wasting your—time. And Pottiswick, of course. I have two days in which to earn nearly thirty shillings—that is with no dinners, and get a situation. Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead.
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