The Craze of Christina — page 44: what you’re looking at

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40 The Craze of Christina. crowd, It was really because he longed to ex- change a few words with some one he knew that on the last day that he was in town it oc- curred to him to invent an excuse to goand eall upon one of his uncle’s three executors, a Mr. David Scrubb, who resided in a large house in Russell Square. He had met this gentleman at Mr. Greville’s funeral, and had had some cor- respondence with him on business since. _He sent in his card. Mr. Scrubb was at home and would see him. He was shown into a gloomy, book-lined library on the ground floor, where Mr. Scrubb, an elderly little man with a wrinkled face like yellow parchment, rose from his writing-table to greet him as he entered. ‘‘Ah, Mr. Clifford! delighted to see you; is— there anything I can do for you? Pray sit down.’’ | Clifford sank into the nearest chair. ‘*Mr. Scrubb, [am the most miserable man on earth!’’ he burst forth with something likea groan. ‘*My dear sir! with such a fortune as you have inherited, how could you be miserable? why, you positively make me smile!’’ and indeed an unwonted grimace did steal across Mr. Secrubb’s withered, mummy-like countenance. ‘But this will, Mr. Serubb! these dreadful Comichooksnco