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My lawyers would not consent to my believing anything that they didn't want me to believe. I don't own a dollar in the world, however, except the wages due to you, my faithful servants. These wages are to be paid to you to-night by Mr. Epps, who has cashed my last check against the Hooper fortune, in order that you may receive your due. To-morrow my check, I fear, would not be honoured.
It was to be noted that his hair was smoothly brushed. With him in the room was a young man who was recognised by a few of the servants as Mr. Epps, a clerk from the lawyers' offices. From Diggs down to the boy whose sole duty it was to feed the robins and squirrels in the park all were there, a curious and strangely depressed assemblage.
Epps, that you acted as a renting agent in addition to your duties with Bradlee, Sigsbee & Oppenheim." "Yes, sir," said Mr. Epps. "I find it quite a profitable side issue, Mr. Bingle. Clients of ours are constantly being reduced to the necessity of seeking cheaper ahem! I shall be pleased to show you the flat at any hour YOU may select." "Thank you, Epps."
I'll send you a medicine-case from Epps. If you're ill, take 'em." "You're very good." "Not at all. It's my hobby one of the last." A broad, boyish smile flashed over the handsome old face. "Look at me; I'm seventy-five, and I can tire out my own grandsons at riding and shooting. That comes of avoiding all allopathic messes like the devil.
Rouquin went very red in the face and then very pale, and his thin lips set themselves in a ghastly smile. "Good day, Rouquin," said Mr. Bingle, and went out of the bank. Mr. Epps was annoyed because his customer kept him waiting for nearly half-an-hour.
The second, written with the aid of her mama, whose experience in social affairs has been considerable, shows the correct method of corresponding with comparative strangers. An Incorrect Letter from a Debutante to a Taxidermist Thanking Him for Having Stuffed Her Pet Alice DEAR MR. Epps: Aren't you an old PEACH to have gone and stuffed Alice so prettily! Really, Mr.
Epps was a regular visitor. He came once a month and never later than the first. The rent was twenty-two dollars a month. Mr. Epps was always expecting that it wouldn't be paid. He never failed to make a point of telling Mr. Bingle that he was what you might call a soft- hearted lummix and for that reason it always went hard with him to evict a tenant for not paying his rent on the minute.
"It's a wonderful gift, cookie," ses Charlie Epps. All of 'em thought the same, not knowing wot a fust-class liar the cook was, and he sat there and lied to 'em till he couldn't 'ardly speak, he was so 'oarse. "My grandmother was a gypsy," he ses, "and it's in the family. Things that are going to 'appen to people I know come to me in dreams, same as pore Bill's did.
Who of that great church can forget Frey Chambers, Thomas, Nichols, Gregg, Epps and others whose names I cannot now recall? St. Stephen's is among the finest of church edifices in the city, put up at a cost of over sixty thousand dollars, with a seating of twenty-two hundred.
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