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Updated: May 14, 2025
Her meditations were interrupted by a hoarse shout in her rear; and, turning, she perceived the model employer running rapidly towards her. His face was scarlet, his eyes wild, and he wore no hat. Miss Pillenger's mind worked swiftly. She took in the situation in a flash. Unrequited, guilty love had sapped Mr Meggs's reason, and she was to be the victim of his fury.
Gradually, therefore, as the chase warmed up, citizens of all shapes and sizes began to assemble. Miss Pillenger's screams and the general appearance of Mr Meggs gave food for thought. Having brooded over the situation, they decided at length to take a hand, with the result that as Mr Meggs's grasp fell upon Miss Pillenger the grasp of several of his fellow-townsmen fell upon him.
Miss Pillenger's view was that he was smiling like an abandoned old rip who ought to have been ashamed of himself. 'No, Miss Pillenger, said Mr Meggs, 'I shall not work this morning. I shall want you, if you will be so good, to post these six letters for me. Miss Pillenger took the letters. Mr Meggs surveyed her tenderly. 'Miss Pillenger, you have been with me a long time now.
When he sank back in his chair, speechless and exhausted like a Marathon runner who has started his sprint a mile or two too soon, it was Miss Pillenger's task to unscramble her shorthand notes, type them neatly, and place them in their special drawer in the desk.
As she did so, she had a vision of headlines. 'Stop! roared Mr Meggs. 'UNREQUITED PASSION MADE THIS MAN MURDERER, thought Miss Pillenger. 'Stop! 'CRAZED WITH LOVE HE SLAYS BEAUTIFUL BLONDE, flashed out in letters of crimson on the back of Miss Pillenger's mind. 'Stop! To touch the ground at intervals of twenty yards or so that was the ideal she strove after.
He bent over Miss Pillenger, and kissed her on the forehead. Smiles excepted, there is nothing so hard to classify as a kiss. Mr Meggs's notion was that he kissed Miss Pillenger much as some great general, wounded unto death, might have kissed his mother, his sister, or some particularly sympathetic aunt; Miss Pillenger's view, differing substantially from this, may be outlined in her own words.
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