The Channings by Mrs. Henry Wood
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"Yes, poor thing! for her story is a sad one. If the same grievous wrong were worked upon some of us, perhaps we might take to dancing for the benefit of the public. Talking of the public, Arthur," continued Hamish, turning to his brother, "what became of you at dinner-time? The mother was for setting the town-crier to work." "I could not get home to-day. We have had double work to do, as Jenkins is away." Hamish tilted himself on to the edge of Mr. Jenkins's desk, and took up the letter, apparently in absence of mind, which Mr. Galloway had left there, ready for the post. "Mr. Robert Galloway, Sea View Terrace, Ventnor, Isle of Wight," he read aloud. "That must be Mr. Galloway's cousin," he remarked: "the one who has run through so much money." "Of course it is," answered Roland Yorke. "Galloway pretty near keeps him: I know there's a twenty-pound bank-note going to him in that letter. Catch me doing it if I were Galloway." "I wish it was going into my pocket instead," said Hamish, balancing the letter on his fingers, as if wishing to test its weight. "I wish the clouds would drop sovereigns! But they don't," said Roland Yorke. Hamish put the letter back from whence he had taken it, and jumped off the desk. "I must be walking," said he. "Stopping here will not do my work. If we--" |
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