Living up to his income; having no expectations from any living
creature; possessing in landed property only some thirty or forty
acres in Somersetshire, with a quaint little dwelling, half farm house,
half-cottage, attached--he was incapable of providing the needful
security from his own personal resources. To appeal to wealthy friends
in the City would be to let those friends into the secret of his
embarrassments, and to put his credit in peril. He finished his
breakfast, and went back to Austin Friars--failing entirely, so far, to
see how he was to remove the last obstacle now left in his way.
The doors were open to the public; business had begun. He had not been
ten minutes in his room before the shipping-clerk knocked at the door
and interrupted him, still absorbed in his own anxious thoughts.
"What is it?" he asked, irritably.
"Duplicate Bills of Lading, sir," answered the clerk, placing the
documents on his ma ster's table.
Found! There was the security on his writing-desk, staring him in the
face! He dismissed the clerk and examined the papers.
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