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"Dead as mutton," returned the other, "and can't be too dead.
He thought of his own father, of how he sang songs while his mother played and of how he always gave him a shilling when he asked for sixpence and he felt sorry for him that he was not a magistrate like the other boys' fathers.
"Nothing, Mr. Emerson, except that he no longer interests me.
Then I can ask you, without beating about the bush--is Mrs Linde to have an appointment in the Bank?
