“We are clerks in the same bank. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. " "Horror!" cried Jack. Mr. ” She looked at him wistfully, but with some unwilling doubt in her wrinkled forehead. " "Poor child!" muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; "the whole scene upon the river is passing before me. . It’s not you—not a bit. My appearance is genuinely altered for the better. For nearly thirty years he had lived here in contented loneliness; then youth had to come and fill him with discontent.
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