Laura Brayton — page 26: what you’re looking at

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LAURA BRAYTON. 17 CHAPTER II. NATHAN SLOTH. The copying-room, as Enoch Sharp called the little anteroom off the hall which led to the main office, was the room where his clerk and man of all work, Nathan Sloth, worked and slept, as a large writing- table, covered with paper, ink-stand, pens, etc., indicated, as also a cot-bed in one corner, and a wash-stand with a tin wash-basin on it, and a brown-stone jug for water beneath it. That he did something here besides writing was also evident, for a black bottle and two dirty tum- blers in front of a well-used pack of cards, told as much, as they occupied one corner of the table. The man Bartram sat before the cards, carelessly tumbling them about, when Nathan Sloth came back from the office of his master. “Well, can we finish our game now?” said Bar- tram, impatiently, as the other came back. “I’m two to your three, remember.” “No more game just now. Old Sharp wants you, and hiS mad is up, since Mr. Withers went in. Don’t wait a second when he is in his tantrums. Perhaps you may, for you’re big and strong, and have got grit, maybe. But he’d fling the poker, (Efe) Eomicboo cS