Denzil Quarrier by George Gissing
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"How is it," he exclaimed, settling in the arm-chair, "that there are so many beggars in this region? Two or three times this last week I've been assailed along the street. I'll put a stop to that; I told a great hulking fellow to-night that if he spoke to me again (it was the second time) I would take the trouble of marching him to the nearest police station." "Poor creatures!" sighed Lilian. "Pooh! Loafing blackguards, with scarcely an exception! Well, I was going to tell you: Glazzard comes from my own town, Polterham. We were at the Grammar School there together; but he read AEschylus and Tacitus whilst I was grubbing over Eutropius and the Greek declensions." "Is he so much older then? He seemed to me"---- "Six years older--about five-and-thirty. He's going down to Polterham on Saturday, and I think I shall go with him." "Go with him? For long?" "A week, I think. I want to see my brother-in-law. You won't mind being left alone?" "No; I shall do my best to keep in good spirits." "I'll get you a batch of new books. I may as well tell you, Liversedge has been persuaded to stand as Liberal candidate for |
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