Look them over, will you, and see whether there is anything there worth saving." The young man took the papers, and Mr.Penhallow sat down again at the table with Mr.Byles Gridley.
This last-named gentleman felt just then a strong impulse to observe the operations of Murray Bradshaw.

He could not have given any very good reason for it, any more than any of us can for half of what we do.
"I should like to examine that conveyance we were speaking of once more," said he.

"Please to look at this one in the mean time, will you, Mr.Penhallow ?" Master Gridley held the document up before him.

He did not seem to find it quite legible, and adjusted his spectacles carefully, until they were just as he wanted them.

When he had got them to suit himself, sitting there with his back to Murray Bradshaw, he could see him and all his movements, the desk at which he was standing, and the books in the shelves before him,--all this time appearing as if he were intent upon his own reading.
The young man began in a rather indifferent way to look over the papers.
He loosened the band round them, and took them up one by one, gave a careless glance at them, and laid them together to tie up again when he had gone through them.