Here she would find candy awaiting her, bits of ribbon, books. ‘Something wrong, madame?’ Her fan came up swiftly, hiding the lower part of her face. “I fail to see the joke,” Sir John said. She was glad to join in the stream of hurrying homeward workers that was now welling out of a thousand places of employment, and to imitate their driven, preoccupied haste. His business has thriven; legacies have unexpectedly dropped into his lap; and, to crown all, he has made a large fortune by a lucky speculation in South-Sea stock,—made it, too, where so many others have lost fortunes, your humble servant amongst the number—ha! ha! In a word, Sir, Mr.
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