The Craze of Christina — page 192: what you’re looking at

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188 The Craze of Christina. to be tied up so tightly to home and to himself, but who seemed to be already slipping out of his chains. “If he’s beginnin’ like this, where will he end?’’ he cried despairingly; and for the rest of the day the worthy man walked about the house casting up his eyes and flinging out his hands; ejaculating gloomily at intervals: ‘‘Fifty thousand pounds! fifty thousand pounds! just a’ thrown into the gutter for nothink at all!’’ Of course he confided his grief to George Jones, and to the clerk of the works, and to the foreman, as well as to all and sundry whom he met, and George Jones’s face grew long, and he wondered if his money was safe, and he told the foreman privately he shouldn’t touch any of the other rooms just yet, but just finish up those that had been begun as quickly as possi- ble, and as cheaply, in case there should be any trouble about the bill, for in this world every- body thinks.of himself first and foremost. It had not however yet entered into Docker’s mind that there was a petticoat in all this. He could not imagine any reason strong enough to induce Clifford to fling away so lurge a slice of his fortune, unless he was so ill in body that he was physically incapable of coming home, Yet the telegram had said nothing of his being ill, Comichooks.co