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Clayhanger
written by "Bennett, Arnold, 1867-1931"
...e into his life. “Make a less row!” he went on more strongly. “D’ye want all th’ street to hear ye?” “I won’t make a less row. You make as much noise as you want, and I’ll make as much noise as I want!” Edwin cried louder and louder. And then in bitter scorn, “Thief, indeed!” “I never called ye a—” “Let me come out!” Edwin shouted. They were very close together. Darius saw that his son’s face was all drawn. Edwin snatched his hat off its hook, pushed violently past his father and, sticking his hands deep in his pockets, strode into the street. Three. In four minutes he was hammering on the front door of the new house. Maggie opened, in alarm. Edwin did not see how alarmed she was by his appearance. “What—” “Father thinks I’ve been stealing his damned money!” Edwin snapped, in a breaking voice. The statement was not quite accurate, but it suited his boiling anger to put it in the present tense instead of in the past. He hesitated an instant in the hall, throwing a look behind at Maggie, who stood entranced with her hand on the latch of the open door. Then he bounded upstairs, and shut himself in his room with a tremendous bang that shook the house. He wanted to cry, but he would not. Nobody disturbed him till about two o’clock, when Maggie knocked at the door, and opened it, without entering. “Edwin, I’ve kept your dinner hot.” “No, thanks.” He was standing with his legs wide apart on the hearth rug. “Father’s had his dinner and gone.” “No, thanks.” She closed the door again. Volume Two--Chapter Sixteen. The Sequel. “I say, Edwin,” Maggie called through the door. “Well, come in, come in,” he replied gruffly. And as he spoke he sped from the window, where he was drumming on the pane, to the hearthrug, so that he...

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