Hunted Down

Hunted down, from Charles Dickens, the best story, read…: On the very next day but one I was sitting behind my glass partition, as before, when he came into the outer office, as before. The moment I saw him again without hearing him, I hated him worse than ever. It was only for a moment that I had this opportunity; for he waved his tight-fitting black glove the instant I looked at him, and came straight in. 'Mr. Sampson, good-day! I presume, you see, upon your kind permission to intrude upon you. I don't keep my word in being justified by business, for my business here-if I may so abuse the word is of the slightest nature.

Hunted down, from Charles Dickens, the best story, read…: On the very next day but one I was sitting behind my glass partition, as before, when he came into the outer office, as before. The moment I saw him again without hearing him, I hated him worse than ever. It was only for a moment that I had this opportunity; for he waved his tight-fitting black glove the instant I looked at him, and came straight in. 'Mr. Sampson, good-day! I presume, you see, upon your kind permission to intrude upon you. I don't keep my word in being justified by business, for my business here-if I may so abuse the word is of the slightest nature.