He laid down the knife, and fixed
a searching and distrustful gaze upon the writer, who continued his task,
unconscious of anything having happened. It became a sort of duel at last between them, and all the
others sat and listened—every one, that is, except the Alderman, who had got the
blond young man into a corner by the green-stained dresser with the aluminum
things, and was sitting with his back to every one else, holding one hand over his
mouth for greater privacy, and telling him, with an accent of confidential
admission, in whispers of the chronic struggle between the natural modesty and
general inoffensiveness of the Borough Council and the social evil in
Marylebone. People are
brought up to be so shy about money. "On Friday," he replied. I'm a stickler about clothes and clean chins. "You have behaved like a man of honour, Sir Rowland," said Wild, after he had
twice told over the money.
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