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A Turn of the Screw

           Youhavehadthemoneyandmustrefundit.Youarenottopocketotherpeople’spounds,shillings,andpenceandescapescot-free."Thelawyersitsdowninhiseasy-chairandstirsthefire.Mr.Georgehopeshewillhavethegoodnessto—"Itellyou,sergeant,Ihavenothingtosaytoyou.Idon’tlikeyourassociatesanddon’twantyouhere.Thismatterisnotatallinmycourseofpracticeandisnotinmyoffice.Mr.Smallweedisgoodenoughtooffertheseaffairstome,buttheyarenotinmyway.YoumustgotoMelchisedech’sinClifford’sInn.""Imustmakeanapologytoyou,sir,"saysMr.George,"forpressingmyselfuponyouwithsolittleencouragement—whichisalmostasunpleasanttomeasitcanbetoyou—butwouldyouletmesayaprivatewordtoyou?"Mr.Tulkinghornriseswithhishandsinhispocketsandwalksintooneofthewindowrecesses."Now!Ihavenotimetowaste."Inthemidstofhisperfectassumptionofindifference,hedirectsasharplookatthetrooper,takingcaretostandwithhisownbacktothelightandtohavetheotherwithhisfacetowardsit."Well,sir,"saysMr.George,"thismanwithmeistheotherpartyimplicatedinthisunfortunateaffair—nominally,onlynominally—andmysoleobjectistopreventhisgettingintotroubleonmyaccount.Heisamostrespectablemanwithawifeandfamily,formerlyintheRoyalArtillery—""Myfriend,Idon’tcareapinchofsnuffforthewholeRoyalArtilleryestablishment—officers,men,tumbrils,waggons,horses,guns,andammunition.""’Tislikely,sir.

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