Give me your staff. Advancing towards Wood, Jonathan fixed his keen gray eyes upon him, and
demanded, in a stern tone whether the persons who had taken refuge in the
adjoining house, were bailiffs. Earles threw down his pen with a little exclamation. And then—this sudden thrust. “I had lunch very late to-day,
and I did not get home in time for dinner. “You see,” he said, “from my point of view you’re grown up—
you’re as old as all the goddesses and the contemporary of any man alive. What beasts men are! I
cannot typewrite, my three stories are still wandering round, two milliners have
refused me as a lay figure because business was so bad. “In a sense—yes. He hated
horizons. Wood's reply, if he intended any, was cut short by a loud knocking at the
door. I want to enrich it with hangings and gladden it with verses. "
"Take care you don't fall into it yourself," returned Jackson, with a slight sneer. "I could hang him now if I liked. “But, dear, think! He is your father.
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