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She
was
fain
to
take
up
the
note
again
,
and
to
substitute
the
much
smaller
sum
he
had
named
.
He
was
neither
courtly
,
nor
handsome
,
nor
picturesque
,
in
any
respect
;
and
yet
his
manner
of
accepting
it
,
and
of
expressing
his
thanks
without
more
words
,
had
a
grace
in
it
that
Lord
Chesterfield
could
not
have
taught
his
son
in
a
century
.
Tom
had
sat
upon
the
bed
,
swinging
one
leg
and
sucking
his
walking-stick
with
sufficient
unconcern
,
until
the
visit
had
attained
this
stage
.
Seeing
his
sister
ready
to
depart
,
he
got
up
,
rather
hurriedly
,
and
put
in
a
word
.
'
Just
wait
a
moment
,
Loo
!
Before
we
go
,
I
should
like
to
speak
to
him
a
moment
.
Something
comes
into
my
head
.
If
you
'll
step
out
on
the
stairs
,
Blackpool
,
I
'll
mention
it
.
Never
mind
a
light
,
man
!
'
Tom
was
remarkably
impatient
of
his
moving
towards
the
cupboard
,
to
get
one
.
'
It
do
n't
want
a
light
.
'
Stephen
followed
him
out
,
and
Tom
closed
the
room
door
,
and
held
the
lock
in
his
hand
.
'
I
say
!
'
he
whispered
.
'
I
think
I
can
do
you
a
good
turn
.
Do
n't
ask
me
what
it
is
,
because
it
may
not
come
to
anything
.
But
there
's
no
harm
in
my
trying
.
'
His
breath
fell
like
a
flame
of
fire
on
Stephen
's
ear
,
it
was
so
hot
.
'
That
was
our
light
porter
at
the
Bank
,
'
said
Tom
,
'
who
brought
you
the
message
to-night
.
I
call
him
our
light
porter
,
because
I
belong
to
the
Bank
too
.
'
Stephen
thought
,
'
What
a
hurry
he
is
in
!
'
He
spoke
so
confusedly
.
'
Well
!
'
said
Tom
.
'
Now
look
here
!
When
are
you
off
?
'
