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My own opinion is, that you would
do more work if you went and had some amusement."
"And I think so, too," said a rough voice behind the speaker, whose
back was turned to the front door of the office; "it is refreshing
to hear you talking sense, instead of nonsense, once in your life,
Roundjacket."
And Mr. Rushton strode in, and looked around him with a scowl.
"Good morning, sir," said Verty, sadly.
"Good morning, sir?" growled Mr. Rushton, "no, sir! it's a a bad
morning, a wretched, diabolical morning, if the sun _is_ pretending to
shine."
"I think the sunshine is very pretty, sir."
"Yes--I suppose you do--I have no doubt of it--everything is pretty,
of course,--Roundjacket!"
"Well?"
"Did you get exhibit 10?"
"I did, sir," replied Roundjacket, sighting his ruler to see if it was
straight. "Have you had your breakfast, sir?"
"Yes, sir; why did you ask?"
"Oh, nothing--you know I thought you uncommonly amiable this morning."
Mr. Rushton scowled, and the ghost of a smile passed over his rigid
lips.


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