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He smiled, stroking his whale-like front rather as though this pleasantry had proceeded from its depths and he was congratulating it. The young man smiled. Twyning, edging forward from the background, also smiled. All the smiles were rather nervous. This was natural in the new member of the staff but in Twyning and Mr.
Sabre was trying to retain his thoughts. He felt them slipping away before Twyning's presence. He could hear Twyning breathing through his nose and felt incensed that Twyning should come and breathe through his nose by his chair when he wanted to write. But Twyning continued to stand by the chair and to breathe through his nose. He was reading over Sabre's shoulder.
Tombs break the rule on a second occasion. Business on credit only was conducted on the first floor whereon were apartmented the three principals the Reverend Sebastian Fortune, Mr. Twyning and Sabre. There was no longer an East in the firm.
And there they were, shouting, smashing; and Sabre could not do either and retired dismayed from the arenas of both. It much affected his relations with those nearest to him, with Mabel, with Mr. Fortune, and with Twyning.
Old Fortune looking like a walking pulpit in a thundercloud I should say he'd make about four of me round the equator; and mind you, a chap stopped me in the street the other day and offered me a job as Beefeater outside a moving-picture show: yes, fact, I was wretchedly annoyed about it and the man Twyning with a lean and hungry look like Cassius, or was it Judas Iscariot?
Well, but I say, that's liberalism, radicalism, you know. That's not the sort of pap for kids." "Well, the book isn't going to be pap for kids." Twyning snorted a note of laughter through his nose. "Sorry, old man. Don't get shirty. But I say though, seriously, we can't put out that sort of stuff, you know. Radicalism. Not with our connection. I mean to say "
Fortune and did not resent having his letters signed for him and his callers interviewed for him. Indeed he frequently took opportunity to thank Mr. Fortune for alterations made in his letters and for dealings carried out with his clients, also for direct interference in his workshops. Mr. Fortune liked Twyning, but he did not respect Twyning, consciously or subconsciously.
Sabre faced about from the cabinet towards them. Twyning in the big chair had his elbow on the arm and was biting his nails. Mr. Fortune, revolved to face the room, was exercising his watch chain on his whale-like front. "Yes, it's a pity," Sabre said. "I'm glad you agree. I knew you would. Indeed, yes, a pity; a very great pity. For myself, of course, I'm out of the question.
He wanted to go long ago. Well, he's gone now and I hope you're satisfied." Sabre turned in his chair and questioned Twyning with puckered brows. "Satisfied? What on earth do you mean satisfied?" "You always thought he ought to go. You're one of those who've sent him off. My boy saw it." "You're talking nonsense. I've never so much as mentioned the subject to Harold.
The hunchbacked man, little more than whose huge head appeared above the table, laughed out loud and rubbed his hands between his knees and made a remark to Twyning. He seemed pleased that Sabre was not legally represented. A man seated not far from the hunchback rose and bowed and said, "I am watching the interests of Mrs. Sabre." Sabre started. Mrs. Sabre! Mabel!
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