Goodrich? You will oblige me by not mentioning
this matter again." And hurriedly leaving the room, Adam went to his
own private apartment, where, after he had turned the key in the door,
he paced to and fro, the tears streaming down his cheeks. But in a few
moments, while he made his preparations for going down the street,
thoughts of the curious faces he must meet aroused the old pride and
hardened his heart again. So that when he left the building, not a
trace of his worthier feelings showed on his cold, proper countenance,
except that to the keen observer, he looked a little older perhaps,
and a trifle less self-satisfied.
His first visit was to the store, where he spent an hour or two going
over his correspondence, interviewing the head clerk and issuing his
orders for the day. Then taking his hat and cane, he left for the
printing office.
The boy was away on an errand, and George had stepped out for a few
moments, so that Dick was alone when Mr. Goodrich entered. Thinking
that it was the printer who had returned, he did not look up from his
work until he was startled by the angry voice of his visitor.
"Well, sir, I suppose you are satisfied at last. Where is my daughter?"
"Your daughter," said Dick, who had not heard the news, "I'm sure,
sir, that I do not know."
"Don't lie to me, you scoundrel," shouted Adam, losing all control of
himself. "You were with her last. You have been trying ever since you
came here to worm yourself into the society of your betters.
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