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Schriven that she had not revealed, well knowing that her gentle mother would be inexorable in her decision that the shop must not even be entered again. The girl was rapidly acquiring a certain shrewd hardihood. She was not given to sentiment, and was too young to suffer deeply from regret for the past.
He caught a swift, indignant flash in her dark eyes, and then she laid her hand on the door-knob and said, with the utmost deference and distance of manner, "I will try to attend to the duties of my station in a way that will cause no complaint. Good morning, sir." "Wait a moment," and Mr. Schriven touched a bell, and immediately the foreman appeared.
Schriven now really glanced at her, and he found her brilliant black eyes and fair flushed face such pleasing objects of contemplation that he was content to look for a moment while he puzzled a little over the unexpected apparition. He then smiled satirically and said, "What follows from so momentous a fact?"
Schriven," she said, in a quiet, decisive manner. "He is very busy, madam, and does not like to be disturbed. I will attend to anything you wish." "Thank you; then please direct me to the proprietor's office without delay." After a moment's hesitation the man complied. This veiled presence had the appearance of a gentlewoman and was decided in manner.
Feeling that it would compromise his dignity and authority even to appear to notice what was going forward, Mr. Schriven wrapped himself in his greatness and passed down the shop, sweeping the excited group that was restrained for the moment by his presence with a cold, nonchalant glance, from which, however, nothing escaped. When in the street his characteristic smile reappeared.
Belle wrote a few sentences in a dashing, but sufficiently legible hand. "You will have to practice a little, and aim at distinctness and clearness. That's more than style in business," Mr. Schriven continued deliberately, for the young creature was so delightfully fresh and original that he began to regard her as an agreeable episode in the dull August day.
"I am in my place, but you are not. Stand aside, for I will see Mr. Schriven at once." "I tell you some one is with him." "I don't care if the king's with him," and darting on one side she reached the office door, and knocked so sharply that the ireful potentate within sprang up himself to see who the inconsiderate intruder was.
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