Tommy and Co. by Jerome K. (Jerome Klapka) Jerome
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The owner of the decided voice went on writing. Clodd, having done
as he was bid, sat himself in the easy-chair before the fire and smoked. Of the person behind the desk Mr. Clodd could see but the head and shoulders. It had black, curly hair, cut short. It's only garment visible below the white collar and red tie might have been a boy's jacket designed more like a girl's, or a girl's designed more like a boy's; partaking of the genius of English statesmanship, it appeared to be a compromise. Mr. Clodd remarked the long, drooping lashes over the bright, black eyes. "It's a girl," said Mr. Clodd to himself; "rather a pretty girl." Mr. Clodd, continuing downward, arrived at the nose. "No," said Mr. Clodd to himself, "it's a boy--a cheeky young beggar, I should say." The person at the desk, giving a grunt of satisfaction, gathered together sheets of manuscript and arranged them; then, resting its elbows on the desk and taking its head between its hands, regarded Mr. Clodd. "Don't you hurry yourself," said Mr. Clodd; "but when you really have finished, tell me what you think of me." "I beg your pardon," apologised the person at the desk. "I have got into a habit of staring at people. I know it's rude. I'm trying to break myself of it." "Tell me your name," suggested Mr. Clodd, "and I'll forgive you." |
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