The Wrong Box by Robert Louis Stevenson;Lloyd Osbourne
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page 107 of 221 (48%)
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'O, you'll understand right enough when it comes to the point,' said Michael, rising. 'There doesn't seem any story to it,' said the artist. 'We can invent one as we go along,' returned the lawyer. 'But I can't invent,' protested Pitman. 'I never could invent in all my life.' 'You'll find you'll have to, my boy,' was Michael's easy comment, and he began calling for the waiter, with whom he at once resumed a sparkling conversation. It was a downcast little man that followed him. 'Of course he is very clever, but can I trust him in such a state?' he asked himself. And when they were once more in a hansom, he took heart of grace. 'Don't you think,' he faltered, 'it would be wiser, considering all things, to put this business off?' 'Put off till tomorrow what can be done today?' cried Michael, with indignation. 'Never heard of such a thing! Cheer up, it's all right, go in and win--there's a lion-hearted Pitman!' At Cannon Street they enquired for Mr Brown's piano, which had duly arrived, drove thence to a neighbouring mews, where they contracted for a cart, and while that was being got ready, took shelter in the harness-room beside the stove. Here the lawyer presently toppled against |
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