The yellow book, an illustrated quarterly Volume 9 . perty ; well, this is the end. You can take a weeks notice,and go: go, you THIEF! It was with difficulty that theangry Borlase abstained from physical assault. Hunt had slunk away, the disgraceful epithet burning in hiscars. But the scene, that he had lived over again and again inthe interval, was almost forgotten now. In a week he would beout of work. In a week, Mary must starve ; this was the onedull agony that obscured all other consciousness. A leakinggutter-spout outside dripped—dop—dop—dop—on the stones ;the recurrent sound impressed i
The yellow book, an illustrated quarterly Volume 9 . perty ; well, this is the end. You can take a weeks notice,and go: go, you THIEF! It was with difficulty that theangry Borlase abstained from physical assault. Hunt had slunk away, the disgraceful epithet burning in hiscars. But the scene, that he had lived over again and again inthe interval, was almost forgotten now. In a week he would beout of work. In a week, Mary must starve ; this was the onedull agony that obscured all other consciousness. A leakinggutter-spout outside dripped—dop—dop—dop—on the stones ;the recurrent sound impressed itself dully on his brain. Even thequestions: How can I tell her ? How long can I keep it fromThe Yellow Book—Vol. IX. N her ? 224 A Guardian of the Poor her ? had passed away. His mind was empty of thought—itcould only ache. The dog crept up to him and licked his hand. He started ! In two weeks time they would be parted ; they wouldhave to go into the workhouse. And Mr. Borlase was a Guardian of the Poor. Cupid By Sydney Meteyard.
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