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The Three Clerks

CHAPTER XXXVI
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He kept on reflecting what Sir Gregory would think when he heard of it; what all those clerks would say at the Weights and Measures, among whom he had held his head so high; what shouts there would be among the navvies and other low pariahs of the service; how Harry Norman would exult--( but he did not yet know Harry Norman);--how the Woodwards would weep; how Gertrude--and then as he thought of that he bowed his head, for he could no longer endure the open light of day.

At one o'clock he was no nearer to any decision than he had been when he reached his office.
At three he put himself into a cab, and was taken to the city.
Oh, the city, the weary city, where men go daily to look for money, but find none; where every heart is eaten up by an accursed famishing after gold; where dark, gloomy banks come thick on each other, like the black, ugly apertures to the realms below in a mining district, each of them a separate little pit-mouth into hell.

Alaric went into the city, and found that the shares were still rising.

That imperturbable witness was still in the chair at the committee, and men said that he was disgusting the members by the impregnable endurance of his hostility.

A man who could answer 2,250 questions without admitting anything must be a liar! Such a one could convince no one! And so the shares went on rising, rising, and rising, and Messrs.


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