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Then any body who would have taken the trouble to look, might have seen a gentleman opening the door of a chariot with profuse bows, and smiles, and graceful contortions; and then a lady accepting the proffered hand with solemn courtesy; and then Mr. Roundjacket might have been observed leading the lady elegantly into the office. "A delightful morning a very delightful morning, madam," said Mr.
You look as wo-begone as the individual who drew Priam's curtain at the dead of night. Come! my young savage, why are you so sad?" Verty sat down, murmuring something. "Speak out!" said Mr. Roundjacket, wiping his pen. "I'm not very sad," Verty replied, looking perfectly disconsolate "what made you think so, Mr. Roundjacket?" "Your physiognomy, my young friend.
To describe the astonishment of Verty, as he hastily went out and closed the door, would be impossible. His face passed from red to pale, his eyes were full of bewilderment he sat down, scarcely knowing what he did, Roundjacket sat writing at his desk, and either had not heard, or pretended that he had not, any portion of the passionate colloquy.
"It's very unfortunate, sir," he said; "but perhaps the paper I mean yours was not written plain." "Written plain!" cried Roundjacket, suppressing his feelings. "Yes, sir the manuscript, I believe, it is called." "Well, no it was not written plain of course not." Verty looked surprised, spite of his own suggestion. "I thought you wrote as plain as print, Mr. Roundjacket." "I do." "Why then ?"
"Go," he said, in a low, broken voice, making a movement with his hand, "I was wrong I cannot see any one to-day I must be alone." Roundjacket hesitated; moved dubiously from, then toward the lawyer; finally he seemed to have made up his mind, and going out he closed the door slowly behind him. As he did so, the key turned in the lock, and a stifled moan died away in the inner chamber. "Mr.
Do. not the best of us, under the same circumstances? that is to say, if we have the good fortune to be young and innocent. The Squire looks at Verty and laughs; then at Miss Lavinia. "So, it seems," he says, "that Mr. Roundjacket counsels a bachelor life, eh? Good! he is a worthy professor, but an indifferent practitioner. The rascal! Did you ever hear of such a thing, Lavinia?
Roundjacket openly expressed his satisfaction at the result of the day's labor, and hazarded a sly observation that Verty would not, on the next day, remain so long at his desk, or accomplish so much. They could not complain, however, Mr.
"Roundjacket going elsewhere to Hall's, say." Mr. Rushton scowled. "Because he is no common clerk; would not live elsewhere, and because I can't get along without him," he said. "Hang him, he's the greatest pest in Christendom!" "I have heard of a young gentleman called Jinks," the Squire said, with a sly laugh, "what say you to him for number two?" "Burn Jinks!" cried Mr.
Roundjacket was seated on his tall three-legged stool, holding in his left hand the MS. of his poem, and brandishing in his right the favorite instrument of his eloquence, when, chancing to raise his eyes, he saw through the window an approaching carriage, which carriage had evidently conceived the design of drawing up at the door of Mr. Rushton's office. A single glance showed Mr.
"It was my purpose, before this interruption," he said, after a pause of some moments, "to read to you some portions of a work which will, probably, be spoken of extensively by the world." And Mr. Roundjacket paused. Verty also was silent.
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