The Vast Abyss

The Vast Abyss

The Story of Tom Blount, his Uncles and his Cousin Sam

t, sir, and said he might not return this afternoon." "Felt I was coming perhaps," said the visitor. "Here, don't let me hinder you, my lad; he won't like you to waste time. Getting on with your law reading?" The boy looked at him wistfully, and shook his head. "Eh? No? But you must, my lad. You're no fool, you know, and you've got to be a clever lawyer before you've done." Tom felt disposed to quote his other uncle's words as to his folly, but he choked down the inclination. "There, I won't hinder you, my lad," continued the visitor. "I know what you busy London people are, and how we slow-going country folk get in your way. I only want to look at a Directory,--you have one I know." "Yes, sir, in the other office. I'll fetch it." The quiet, grey-haired, grave-looking visitor gave a nod as if of acquiescence, and Tom ran into the inner office, where he found that Pringle must have heard every word, for he was holding out the London Directory all ready. "

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