15/21 I fear and hate him, but I cannot crush him. But hush!--here he is.' "I bustled forward and flung my portmanteau heavily to the ground. 'How are you, grandmother? A fine evening, sir; but very hot and dusty travelling by the coach. I have not tasted anything since breakfast, grandmother; and I am tired and hungry.' "'Yours is the hungry age,' said the lawyer, staring me full in the face, as if he was taking a proof impression for legal purposes. |