Short Stories (story)
47707 'It is my business, and not yours.
47708 I will not tell.'
47709 'Then you leave my employment right away.'
47710 'Very good, sir.
47711 If I must, I must.'
47712 'And you go in disgrace.
47713 By thunder, you may well be ashamed of yourself.
47714 Your family has lived with mine for over a hundred years under this roof, and here I find you deep in some dark plot against me.'
47715 'No, no, sir, no, not against you!'
47716 It was a woman's voice, and Mrs Barrymore, paler and more horror-struck than her husband, was standing at the door.
47717 Her bulky figure in a shawl and skirt might have been comic were it not for the intensity of feeling upon her face.
47718 'We have to go, Eliza.
47719 This is the end of it.
47720 You can pack our things,' said the butler.
47721 'Oh, John, John, have I brought you to this?
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