Hunted Down: the detective stories of Charles Dickens by Charles Dickens
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'Just so,' he returned in a consoling way. 'He is a great loss. He was at once the most profound, the most original, and the most energetic man I have ever known connected with Life Assurance.' I spoke strongly; for I had a high esteem and admiration for Meltham; and my gentleman had indefinitely conveyed to me some suspicion that he wanted to sneer at him. He recalled me to my guard by presenting that trim pathway up his head, with its internal 'Not on the grass, if you please - the gravel.' 'You knew him, Mr. Slinkton.' 'Only by reputation. To have known him as an acquaintance or as a friend, is an honour I should have sought if he had remained in society, though I might never have had the good fortune to attain it, being a man of far inferior mark. He was scarcely above thirty, I suppose?' 'About thirty.' 'Ah!' he sighed in his former consoling way. 'What creatures we are! To break up, Mr. Sampson, and become incapable of business at that time of life! - Any reason assigned for the melancholy fact?' ('Humph!' thought I, as I looked at him. 'But I WON'T go up the track, and I WILL go on the grass.') |
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