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Fading Away

           ‘Nowlookhere!IamnotsurethatIcandoyouthegoodturnIwanttodoyouthat’smysister,youknow,inyourroombutImaybeableto,andifIshouldnotbeableto,there’snoharmdone.SoItellyouwhat.You’llknowourlightporteragain?’

           ‘Yes,sure,’saidStephen.

           ‘Verywell,’returnedTom.‘Whenyouleaveworkofanight,betweenthisandyourgoingaway,justhangabouttheBankanhourorso,willyou?Don’ttakeon,asifyoumeantanything,ifheshouldseeyouhangingaboutthere;becauseIshan’tputhimuptospeaktoyou,unlessIfindIcandoyoutheserviceIwanttodoyou.Inthatcasehe’llhaveanoteoramessageforyou,butnotelse.Nowlookhere!Youaresureyouunderstand.’

           Hehadwormedafinger,inthedarkness,throughabutton-holeofStephen’scoat,andwasscrewingthatcornerofthegarmenttightuproundandround,inanextraordinarymanner.

           ‘Iunderstand,sir,’saidStephen.

           ‘Nowlookhere!’repeatedTom.‘Besureyoudon’tmakeanymistakethen,anddon’tforget.Ishalltellmysisteraswegohome,whatIhaveinview,andshe’llapprove,Iknow.Nowlookhere!You’reallright,areyou?Youunderstandallaboutit?Verywellthen.Comealong,Loo!’

           Hepushedthedooropenashecalledtoher,butdidnotreturnintotheroom,orwaittobelighteddownthenarrowstairs.Hewasatthebottomwhenshebegantodescend,andwasinthestreetbeforeshecouldtakehisarm.

           Mrs.

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