Crisis, the — Volume 01 by Winston Churchill
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page 48 of 86 (55%)
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"Sit down, Mr. Brice," he said; "mild weather for November, eh? The Judge will be here in an hour." Stephen looked around him: at the dusty books on the shelves, and the still dustier books heaped on Mr. Richter's big table; at the cuspidors; at the engravings of Washington and Webster; at the window in the jog which looked out on the court-house square; and finally at another ground-glass door on which was printed: SILAS WHIPPLE PRIVATE This, then, was the den,--the arena in which was to take place a memorable interview. But the thought of waiting an hour for the dragon to appear was disquieting. Stephen remembered that he had something over nine hundred dollars in his pocket (which he had saved out of his last year's allowance at the Law School). So he asked Mr. Richter, who was dusting off a chair, to direct him to the nearest bank. "Why, certainly," said he; "Mr. Brinsmade's bank on Chestnut Street." He took Stephen to the window and pointed across the square. "I am sorry I cannot go with you," he added, "but the Judge's negro, Shadrach, is out, and I must stay in the office. I will give you a note to Mr. Brinsmade." "His negro!" exclaimed Stephen. "Why, I thought that Mr. Whipple was an Abolitionist." Mr. Richter laughed. |
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