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Thank
’
ee
!
’
‘
Mrs
Meagles
and
your
daughter
—
?
’
‘
Are
as
well
as
possible
,
’
said
Mr
Meagles
.
‘
I
only
wish
you
had
come
upon
me
in
a
more
prepossessing
condition
as
to
coolness
.
’
Though
it
was
anything
but
a
hot
day
,
Mr
Meagles
was
in
a
heated
state
that
attracted
the
attention
of
the
passersby
;
more
particularly
as
he
leaned
his
back
against
a
railing
,
took
off
his
hat
and
cravat
,
and
heartily
rubbed
his
steaming
head
and
face
,
and
his
reddened
ears
and
neck
,
without
the
least
regard
for
public
opinion
.
‘
Whew
!
’
said
Mr
Meagles
,
dressing
again
.
‘
That
’
s
comfortable
.
Now
I
am
cooler
.
’
‘
You
have
been
ruffled
,
Mr
Meagles
.
What
is
the
matter
?
’
‘
Wait
a
bit
,
and
I
’
ll
tell
you
.
Have
you
leisure
for
a
turn
in
the
Park
?
’
‘
As
much
as
you
please
.
’
‘
Come
along
then
.
Ah
!
you
may
well
look
at
him
.
’
He
happened
to
have
turned
his
eyes
towards
the
offender
whom
Mr
Meagles
had
so
angrily
collared
.
‘
He
’
s
something
to
look
at
,
that
fellow
is
.
’
He
was
not
much
to
look
at
,
either
in
point
of
size
or
in
point
of
dress
;
being
merely
a
short
,
square
,
practical
looking
man
,
whose
hair
had
turned
grey
,
and
in
whose
face
and
forehead
there
were
deep
lines
of
cogitation
,
which
looked
as
though
they
were
carved
in
hard
wood
.
He
was
dressed
in
decent
black
,
a
little
rusty
,
and
had
the
appearance
of
a
sagacious
master
in
some
handicraft
.
He
had
a
spectacle
-
case
in
his
hand
,
which
he
turned
over
and
over
while
he
was
thus
in
question
,
with
a
certain
free
use
of
the
thumb
that
is
never
seen
but
in
a
hand
accustomed
to
tools
.
