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The House of Morrel & Son.

           "AndheglancedtowardstheclerkofThomson&French,whohadremainedmotionlessinthecornerduringthisscene,inwhichhehadtakennopart,exceptthefewwordswehavementioned.Thetwowomenlookedatthispersonwhosepresencetheyhadentirelyforgotten,andretired;but,asshelefttheapartment,Juliegavethestrangerasupplicatingglance,towhichherepliedbyasmilethatanindifferentspectatorwouldhavebeensurprisedtoseeonhissternfeatures.Thetwomenwereleftalone."Well,sir,"saidMorrel,sinkingintoachair,"youhaveheardall,andIhavenothingfurthertotellyou."

           "Isee,"returnedtheEnglishman,"thatafreshandunmeritedmisfortunehisoverwhelmedyou,andthisonlyincreasesmydesiretoserveyou."

           "Oh,sir!"criedMorrel.

           "Letmesee,"continuedthestranger,"Iamoneofyourlargestcreditors."

           "Yourbills,atleast,arethefirstthatwillfalldue."

           "Doyouwishfortimetopay?"

           "Adelaywouldsavemyhonor,andconsequentlymylife."

           "Howlongadelaydoyouwishfor?"Morrelreflected."Twomonths,"saidhe.

           "Iwillgiveyouthree,"repliedthestranger.

           "But,"askedMorrel,"willthehouseofThomson&Frenchconsent?"

           "Oh,Itakeeverythingonmyself.To-dayisthe5thofJune."

           "Yes.

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