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"Our talking will not bother him. I must apologize for my young puppy of a clerk. “I’m not going to kill you, John. . I often wonder why the young always take us ancients for nambypamby creatures. She comprehends what we're about. ‘You do not use your head, Emile,’ she said flatly. Here he halted; and, looking upwards, read, at the foot of an immense sign-board, displaying a gaudily-painted angel with expanded pinions and an olive-branch, not the name he expected to find, but that of WILLIAM KNEEBONE, WOOLLENDRAPER. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. Anna felt that her words had become charged with a fuller and more subtle meaning than any which she had intended to impart. Had he been sick in the mind when he had done this damnable thing? It did not seem possible, for he could recall clearly all he had said and done; there were no blank spaces to give him one straw of excuse. Here, indeed, was a type with which he had never until now come into contact—a natural woman. The floor was thickly strewn with sawdust and shavings; and across the room ran a long and wide bench, furnished at one end with a powerful vice; next to which three nails driven into the boards served, it would appear from the lump of unconsumed tallow left in their custody, as a substitute for a candlestick. Eyebrows knitting, she looked towards the ground a few feet away from him, guiltily.
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