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Roundjacket.
That gentleman complied, and made him a new one.
Verty wrote for five minutes with the new one; and then split it
deplorably. Mr. Roundjacket heard the noise, and protested against
such carelessness.
"Oh," sighed Verty, "this writing is a terrible thing to-day; I want a
holiday."
"There's no holiday in law, sir."
"Never?"
"No, never."
"It's a very slavish thing, then," Verty said.
"You are not far wrong there, young man," replied his companion; "but
it also has its delights."
"I have never seen any."
"You are a savage."
"I believe I am."
"Your character is like your costume--barbarous."
"Yes--Indian," said Verty; "but I just thought, Mr. Roundjacket, of my
new suit. To-day was to be the time for getting it."
"Very true," said the clerk, laying down his pen, "and as everything
is best done in order, we will go at once."
Roundjacket opened Mr. Rushton's door, and informed him where he was
going, and for what purpose--a piece of information which was received
with a growl, and various muttered ejaculations.


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