A Great Man
at in his sitting-room on the second-floor over the shop which he managed in Oxford Street, London. He was proud of that sitting-room, which represented the achievement of an
and the fine elaborate effect thus produced was in no way impaired, but rather enhanced and invigorated, by the mahogany bookcase full of imperishable printed matter, the horsehair sofa netted in a system of antimacassars, the waxen flowers in their glassy domes on the ma
everal other organs great then but now extinct. In a space underneath each letter had been neatly gummed the printed copy, but here and there a letter lacked this certificate of success, for Mr. Knight did not always contrive to reach his public. The letters were signed with pseudonyms, such as A British Citizen, Fiat J
ries, and made its appeal to the editor of the Standard. Having found inspir
millions out of our vast national revenue towards the further extinction of the National Debt? It is not the duty of the State, as well as of the individual, to pay its debts? In order to support the argument with wh
ory of the National Debt, Mr. Kn
al words of Sh
ed. A young and pleasant woman in
called from
el
better
Annie; I'll
d Street. The hour was ten o'clock, and the month was July; the evening favoured romance. He turned i
nt, sir,' said the maid who answe
exclaimed
half an hour ago or hardly, a
He was astounded, shocked, pained.
s it anything ve
ted, blushing. The girl lo
rd that anyone was to go to Dr. C
r master that I came,' said M
far more increased by the fact that Dr. Quain Short happened to live in Bury Street. At that moment the enigma of the universe was wrapped up for him in the question, Why should he have been compelled to walk all the way from Bury Street to Argyll Street merely in order to wal
,' a middle-aged and formidable housekeeper announced in reply to Mr. Kn
re! Where is that?'
n abhorrence, and, further, that the Alhambra h
. Knight mused grimly, hastening through Se
t shaping itself in his mind as he arrived at the Alhambra
manner which expressed with complete adequacy, not only his indignation against the entire
manager of ten years' standing, though he was not pleased when the doctor insisted on going first to his surgery fo
of stairs, 'It's all over. A boy. And dear Susan is doin
e the sound of a child c
Aunt Annie!
'It's like him to begin making a noise just no
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