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George awoke to certain unsuspected features of what was going on around him. The discovery was made one morning when the go-between was closeted in Pawson's lower office, Pawson conducting the negotiations in St. George's dining-room.
This and the discovery of Pawson's and Gadgem's treachery had greatly incensed him. "And you tell me, Pawson, that that scoundrel, Gadgem, has Todd go down and bring him up here immediately has had the audacity to run a pawnshop for my benefit without so much as asking my leave? peddling my things? lying to me straight through?" Here the door opened and Gadgem's face peered in.
The tones of Pawson's voice, the twisting together of his bony hands in a sort of satisfied contentment, and the weary look on his uncle's face were the opening of so many windows in the boy's brain.
George was facing the door, ready to leave the house, his shoulders still bent forward so that Todd could adjust his heavy cloak the better, when for the first time the anxious tone in Pawson's voice caught his attention. As the words fell from the attorney's lips he straightened, and Todd stepped back, the garment still in the darky's hands. "An applicant for what?" he inquired in a graver tone.
"You poor, dear Uncle George!" she purred "and nobody to look after you." He had drawn up Pawson's chair and had placed her in it beside the one he sat in, and had then dropped slowly into his own, the better to hide from her his weakness but it did not deceive her. "I'm going to have you put back to bed this very minute; you are not strong enough to sit up. Let me call Aunt Jemima." St.
For an instant he made no reply to Pawson's inquiry, then he answered slowly: "Yes, and no. I have made a little money not much but some not enough to pay Uncle George everything I owe him not yet; another time I shall do better. I was down with fever for a while and that cost me a good deal of what I had saved. But I HAD to come back.
He was evidently master of himself and the situation, for he stood looking from Todd to the young lawyer, a furtive, anxious expression on his face that betokened both a surprise at being sent for and a curiosity to learn the cause, although no word of inquiry passed his lips. Pawson's opening remark calmed the collector's suspicions.
The young lawyer rose to his feet, a sickly, deferential smile playing along his straight lips. Young aristocrats of Harry's blood and breeding did not often darken Pawson's door, and he was extremely anxious that his guest should in some way be made aware of his appreciation of that fact. St.
This with a laugh one of his old contagious laughs that was music in the sick man's ears. "When?" asked the invalid, his face radiant. He had been awake an hour wondering what it all meant. He had even thought of calling to Jemima to reassure himself that it was not a dream, until he heard her over her tubs and refrained from disturbing her. "Oh, pretty soon! I have just come from Pawson's.
That was enough at least for one night. He stepped forward and grasped Pawson's hand, his well-knit, alert body in contrast to the loosely jointed, long-legged, young attorney. "I must thank you, Mr.
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