But, sir, mark my words, this place will be my destruction.

Well, when am I to begin work ?" "To-morrow, at ten." "So be it," said Henry, wearily, then left the works and went home; but, as he went, he said to himself.

"It is not my doing." And his double-faced heart glowed and exulted secretly.
He told his mother how the Trades had beaten him, and he was out of work.
Mrs.Little consoled him hypocritically.

She was delighted.

Then he told her his departure had been delayed by Dr.Amboyne: that made her look a little anxious.
"One question, dear: now the Union has beaten you, they will not be so spiteful, will they ?" "Oh, no.