The Unclassed by George Gissing
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"How's trade, Slimy?" inquired Mr. Woodstock.
"Which trade, Mr. Woodstock?" asked the man in return, in a very husky voice. "Oh, trade in general." "There never was sich times since old Scratch died," replied Slimy, shaking his head. "No chance for a honest man." "Then you're in luck. This is the new collector, d'you see." "I've been a-looking at him," said Slimy, whose one eye, for all that, had seemed busy all the time in quite a different direction. "I seen him somewheres, but I can't just make out where." "Not many people you haven't seen, I think," said Abraham, nodding, as he went out of the room. Waymark followed, and was glad to get into the open streets again. CHAPTER XIII A MAN-TRAP |
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