From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly. The office is a sight—not one sheet of paper on another; bills and receipts everywhere. " "Let me see it," cried Thames, snatching it from him. " The clock tinkled ten. Spurling, hastening to the rescue. I was afraid of being talked about. I know now that I was mistaken.
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