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Roundabout Papers - Penn State University

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<strong>Roundabout</strong> <strong>Papers</strong>of the establishment, having looked at the draft withterror in his countenance, then looked at me, then calledto himself two of his fellow-clerks, and queer it was tosee all their aquiline beaks over the paper.“Come, come!” said I, “don’t keep me here all day.Hand me over the money, short, if you please!” for Iwas, you see, a little alarmed, and so determined toassume some extra bluster.“Will you have the kindness to step into the parlor tothe partners?” the clerk said, and I followed him.“What, AGAIN?” shrieked a bald-headed, red-whiskeredgentleman, whom I knew to be Mr. Manasseh. “Mr.Salathiel, this is too bad! Leave me with this gentleman,S.” And the clerk disappeared.“Sir,” he said, “I know how you came by this; theCount de Pinto gave it you. It is too bad! I honor myparents; I honor their parents; I honor their bills! Butthis one of grandma’s is too bad—it is, upon my wordnow! She’ve been dead these five-and-thirty years. Andthis last four months she has left her burial-place andtook to drawing on our ‘ouse! It’s too bad, grandma; itis too bad!” and he appealed to me, and tears actuallytrickled down his nose.“Is it the Countess Sidonia’s cheque or not?” I asked,haughtily.“But, I tell you, she’s dead! It’s a shame!—it’s ashame!—it is, grandmamma!” and he cried, and wipedhis great nose in his yellow pocket-handkerchief. “Lookyear—will you take pounds instead of guineas? She’sdead, I tell you! It’s no go! Take the pounds—onetausend pound!—ten nice, neat, crisp hundred-poundnotes, and go away vid you, do!”“I will have my bond, sir, or nothing,” I said; and Iput on an attitude of resolution which I confess surprisedeven myself.“Wery vell,” he shrieked, with many oaths, “then youshall have noting—ha, ha, ha!—noting but a policeman!Mr. Abednego, call a policeman! Take that, you humbugand impostor!” and here, with an abundance of frightfullanguage which I dare not repeat, the wealthy bankerabused and defied me.Au bout du compte, what was I to do, if a banker did232

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