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My
business
habits
had
one
other
bright
feature
,
which
I
called
"
leaving
a
Margin
.
"
For
example
;
supposing
Herbert
’
s
debts
to
be
one
hundred
and
sixty
-
four
pounds
four
-
and
-
twopence
,
I
would
say
,
"
Leave
a
margin
,
and
put
them
down
at
two
hundred
.
"
Or
,
supposing
my
own
to
be
four
times
as
much
,
I
would
leave
a
margin
,
and
put
them
down
at
seven
hundred
.
I
had
the
highest
opinion
of
the
wisdom
of
this
same
Margin
,
but
I
am
bound
to
acknowledge
that
on
looking
back
,
I
deem
it
to
have
been
an
expensive
device
For
,
we
always
ran
into
new
debt
immediately
,
to
the
full
extent
of
the
margin
,
and
sometimes
,
in
the
sense
of
freedom
and
solvency
it
imparted
,
got
pretty
far
on
into
another
margin
.
But
there
was
a
calm
,
a
rest
,
a
virtuous
hush
,
consequent
on
these
examinations
of
our
affairs
that
gave
me
,
for
the
time
,
an
admirable
opinion
of
myself
.
Soothed
by
my
exertions
,
my
method
,
and
Herbert
’
s
compliments
,
I
would
sit
with
his
symmetrical
bundle
and
my
own
on
the
table
before
me
among
the
stationary
,
and
feel
like
a
Bank
of
some
sort
,
rather
than
a
private
individual
.
We
shut
our
outer
door
on
these
solemn
occasions
,
in
order
that
we
might
not
be
interrupted
.
I
had
fallen
into
my
serene
state
one
evening
,
when
we
heard
a
letter
dropped
through
the
slit
in
the
said
door
,
and
fall
on
the
ground
.
"
It
’
s
for
you
,
Handel
,
"
said
Herbert
,
going
out
and
coming
back
with
it
,
"
and
I
hope
there
is
nothing
the
matter
.
"
This
was
in
allusion
to
its
heavy
black
seal
and
border
.
The
letter
was
signed
Trabb
&
Co
.
,
and
its
contents
were
simply
,
that
I
was
an
honored
sir
,
and
that
they
begged
to
inform
me
that
Mrs
.
J
.
Gargery
had
departed
this
life
on
Monday
last
at
twenty
minutes
past
six
in
the
evening
,
and
that
my
attendance
was
requested
at
the
interment
on
Monday
next
at
three
o
’
clock
in
the
afternoon
.
It
was
the
first
time
that
a
grave
had
opened
in
my
road
of
life
,
and
the
gap
it
made
in
the
smooth
ground
was
wonderful
.
The
figure
of
my
sister
in
her
chair
by
the
kitchen
fire
,
haunted
me
night
and
day
.
That
the
place
could
possibly
be
,
without
her
,
was
something
my
mind
seemed
unable
to
compass
;
and
whereas
she
had
seldom
or
never
been
in
my
thoughts
of
late
,
I
had
now
the
strangest
ideas
that
she
was
coming
towards
me
in
the
street
,
or
that
she
would
presently
knock
at
the
door
.
In
my
rooms
too
,
with
which
she
had
never
been
at
all
associated
,
there
was
at
once
the
blankness
of
death
and
a
perpetual
suggestion
of
the
sound
of
her
voice
or
the
turn
of
her
face
or
figure
,
as
if
she
were
still
alive
and
had
been
often
there
.
Whatever
my
fortunes
might
have
been
,
I
could
scarcely
have
recalled
my
sister
with
much
tenderness
.
But
I
suppose
there
is
a
shock
of
regret
which
may
exist
without
much
tenderness
.
Under
its
influence
(
and
perhaps
to
make
up
for
the
want
of
the
softer
feeling
)
I
was
seized
with
a
violent
indignation
against
the
assailant
from
whom
she
had
suffered
so
much
;
and
I
felt
that
on
sufficient
proof
I
could
have
revengefully
pursued
Orlick
,
or
any
one
else
,
to
the
last
extremity
.
Having
written
to
Joe
,
to
offer
him
consolation
,
and
to
assure
him
that
I
would
come
to
the
funeral
,
I
passed
the
intermediate
days
in
the
curious
state
of
mind
I
have
glanced
at
.
I
went
down
early
in
the
morning
,
and
alighted
at
the
Blue
Boar
in
good
time
to
walk
over
to
the
forge
.
It
was
fine
summer
weather
again
,
and
,
as
I
walked
along
,
the
times
when
I
was
a
little
helpless
creature
,
and
my
sister
did
not
spare
me
,
vividly
returned
.
But
they
returned
with
a
gentle
tone
upon
them
that
softened
even
the
edge
of
Tickler
.
For
now
,
the
very
breath
of
the
beans
and
clover
whispered
to
my
heart
that
the
day
must
come
when
it
would
be
well
for
my
memory
that
others
walking
in
the
sunshine
should
be
softened
as
they
thought
of
me
.
At
last
I
came
within
sight
of
the
house
,
and
saw
that
Trabb
and
Co
.
had
put
in
a
funereal
execution
and
taken
possession
.
Two
dismally
absurd
persons
,
each
ostentatiously
exhibiting
a
crutch
done
up
in
a
black
bandage
—
as
if
that
instrument
could
possibly
communicate
any
comfort
to
anybody
—
were
posted
at
the
front
door
;
and
in
one
of
them
I
recognized
a
postboy
discharged
from
the
Boar
for
turning
a
young
couple
into
a
sawpit
on
their
bridal
morning
,
in
consequence
of
intoxication
rendering
it
necessary
for
him
to
ride
his
horse
clasped
round
the
neck
with
both
arms
.
All
the
children
of
the
village
,
and
most
of
the
women
,
were
admiring
these
sable
warders
and
the
closed
windows
of
the
house
and
forge
;
and
as
I
came
up
,
one
of
the
two
warders
(
the
postboy
)
knocked
at
the
door
,
—
implying
that
I
was
far
too
much
exhausted
by
grief
to
have
strength
remaining
to
knock
for
myself
.
