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Updated: May 1, 2025
Will had much ado not to laugh. On his return from a holiday, Mrs. Hopper always presumed him to be despondent in view of the resumption of daily work. He was beginning to talk of Mrs. Allchin's troubles, when at the outer door sounded a long nervous knock. "Ha! That's Mr. Franks." Mrs. Hopper ran to admit the visitor. "Warburton!" cried a high-pitched voice from the passage.
There must be a pleasure in counting the contents of one's till every night. Boxon! Of course, a mere brute. There came into Will's memory the picture of Boxon landed on the pavement one night, by Allchin's fist or toe and of a sudden he laughed. When he had half-smoked his pipe, comparative calmness fell upon him.
This proposal, then, he set before the muscular man on his presenting himself this afternoon. Allchin's astonishment at the story he had heard from Mrs. Hopper was not less than that of the woman herself.
The grocer stood looking toward the doorway. His countenance had fallen. Something of bitterness showed in the hardness of his lips. Just a year since the day when Allchin's band played at the first floor windows above Jollyman's new grocery stores. From the very beginning, business promised well.
"All right," he answered cheerily, "let me know how you get on." When Allchin's heavy footsteps had echoed away down the stairs, Mrs. Hopper answered her master's call. "I suppose they have a little money to go on with?" Warburton inquired. "I mean, enough for a week or so." "Yes, I think they have that, sir. But I see how it'll be. My poor sister'll end in the work'us.
To whatever Allchin proposed, he gave his assent, and in the afternoon, without daring to say a word he stole into freedom. He was once more within sight of Albert Bridge. He walked or prowled for half an hour close about Oakley Crescent. Then, over the bridge and into the Park. Back again, and more prowling. At last, weary and worn, to the counter and apron, and Allchin's talk about golden syrup.
At the thought of going about applying for clerk's work, or anything of that kind, cold water flowed down his back; rather than that, he would follow Allchin's example, and turn porter an independent position compared with bent-backed slavery on an office-stool. Some means of earning money he must find without delay.
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