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Yes, even if you're never to know a day's health while you live, and have got to die a lingering, painful death in a year or so." He only saw Peter once after he obtained his heart's desire and the proud position of a post as a junior clerk in Clomayne's office. It was on a platform of Liverpool Street Suburban line.
"I shall always treasure the book, and so will Cicely hers. We go to the Library we've got a splendid one, you know, in Edmonton, Passmore Edwards gave us. Before I got to Clomayne's they didn't want me at home, and I had nowhere else to go I spent most of my days in the Library. Of course I've read H. G. Wells, and I learnt a lot of him by heart to tell Cicely, but I love to have him for my own.
Peter was holding the girl's sleeve and hurrying her along, his head pushed forward, and on his face that look of eager joyousness which to the eyes that watched and that knew was so full of pathos. The voluble tongue was wagging as the pair trotted past. He heard his own name mentioned. And so Clomayne's clerk passed from the eyes that watched, for ever. "I'll keep an eye on that poor fellow.
She thought you'd be pleased to hear our very good news." "I'm always glad to hear anyone's good news," the big doctor said. "Let's see it's Mr ?" "I'm the young man at Clomayne's," Peter explained. "You were so good " "I remember perfectly. And how are you getting on?" "First class, sir. That's what I wanted to tell you. Cicely wanted it too." "You like your work?" "I enjoy my work, sir.
On a Saturday afternoon in the sweetest month of the spring-time, he travelled down to Finchley with Ladell, that manager of Clomayne's who was his friend. "We asked his people to hurry the funeral by a couple of days, so that the clerks could come," the official said. Peter had looked up to this man as to a king among men.
Holding them thoughtfully for a minute, the physician slowly opened his fingers; and through all that dismal space, soon to be filled with other coffins, Cicely's violets fell upon that which bore Peter's name. Upon the coffin of Clomayne's fortunate junior clerk; in luck's way still; promoted to the blessed company of those who die in what they believe to be a good cause.
I'm awfully fond of her," Peter said. He made the avowal without the slightest embarrassment from his infancy, probably, he had not known what it was to feel shy. "Before I got that berth at Clomayne's, I should have had a rough time at home if it hadn't been for Cicely. My aunt and my cousins didn't believe in me, you see, sir. Cicely always did."
He probably wouldn't have thanked the boy, even if he had saved him which he didn't." He had a goodly following, poor Peter! How his eyes would have glistened, could he have known! Quite a regiment of clerks from Clomayne's were there, walking two and two; to say nothing of the uncle who had grudgingly fed him, and the goodly array of cousins who "had not believed in him."
The doctor had consented not to conceal the state of the young man's predisposition to tubercular mischief, but to make the best of his chance of escaping the family taint. He had promised, too, to explain matters to one of the managers with whom he was on very friendly terms. Peter's position at Clomayne's was assured.
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