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He put his hand against my chest with an effect of physical compulsion, and cried, "Come in!" "Our talk's just getting interesting," he protested; and there entered Miss Ramell, an elderly little young lady who was mighty in Church help in Clayton. He greeted her she took no notice of me and went to his bureau, and I remained standing by my chair but unable to get out of the room.
I listened sullenly to his talk with Miss Ramell, and saw only, as they say in Wales, with the front of my eyes, the small flat drawer that had, it seemed, quite a number of sovereigns scattered over its floor. "They're so unreasonable," complained Miss Ramell. Who could be otherwise in a social organization that bordered on insanity?
"I'm not interrupting?" asked Miss Ramell. "Not in the least," he said; drew out the carriers and opened his desk. I could not help seeing what he did. I was so fretted by my impotence to leave him that at the moment it did not connect at all with the research of the morning that he was taking out money.
My mind made a queer little reluctant leap it felt like being forced to leap over a bottomless chasm and alighted upon the sovereigns that were just disappearing again as Mr. Gabbitas shut his drawer. "I won't interrupt your talk further," said Miss Ramell, receding doorward. Mr.
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