Don't
you make me bawl this in your department, Annie, and in your office
laundry, Jane."
From the street door he journeyed by himself to Balham, and habiting his
face with grief, he related to Mr. Ward how Jacob died.
"He passed in my arms," he said; "very gently--willingly he gave back
the ghost. A laugh in his face that might be saying: 'I see Thy wonders,
O Lord.'"
"This is very sad," said Mr. Ward. "If there is anything we can do--"
"You speak as a Christian who goes to chapel, sir. It's hard to discuss
business now just. But Jacob has told he left a box in your keep."
"I don't think so. Still, I'll make sure." Mr. Ward went away, and
returning, said: "The only thing he left here is this old coat which he
wore at squadding in the morning. Of course there is his salary--"
"Yes, yes, I know. I'd give millions of salaries for my brother back."
"You are his only relative?"
"Indeed, sir. No father and mother had he. An orphan. Quite pathetic. I
will never grin again. Good afternoon, sir. I hope you'll have a
successful summer sale."
"Hadn't you better take his money?" said Mr. Ward. "We pay quarterly
here.
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