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Miss Lavinia looked puzzled, and fanned herself more solemnly than
ever.
"The Certiorari, did you say, sir?" she asked.
"Yes, madam--one of our legal proceedings; and if you are really
curious, I will read a portion of my unworthy poem to you--ahem!--"
As Mr. Roundjacket spoke, an overturned chair in the adjoining room
indicated that the occupant of the apartment had been disturbed by the
noise, and was about to oppose the invasion of his rights.
Roundjacket no sooner heard this, than he restored the poem to his
desk, with a sigh, and said:
"But you, no doubt, came on business, madam--I delay you--Mr.
Rushton--"
At the same moment the door of Mr. Rushton's room opened, and that
gentleman made his appearance, shaggy and irate--a frown upon his
brow, and a man-eating expression on his compressed lips.
The sight of Miss Lavinia slightly removed the wrathful expression,
and Mr. Rushton contented himself with bestowing a dreadful scowl on
Roundjacket, which that gentleman returned, and then counteracted by
an amiable smile.


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