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第13章（第1页）

fineness in accordance with his stockings, was as white as the tops

of the waves that broke upon the neighbouring beach, or the

specks of sail that glinted in the sunlight far at sea. A face

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habitually suppressed and quieted, was still lighted up under the

quaint wig by a pair of moist bright eyes that it must have cost

their owner, in years gone by, some pains to drill to the composed

and reserved expression of Tellson’s Bank. He had a healthy

colour in his cheeks, and his face, though lined, bore few traces of

anxiety. But, perhaps the confidential bachelor clerks in Tellson’s

Bank were principally occupied with the cares of other people;

and perhaps second-hand cares, like second-hand clothes, come

easily off and on, Completing his resemblance to a man who was

sitting for his portrait, Mr. Lorry dropped off to sleep. The arrival

of his breakfast roused him, and he said to the drawer, as he

moved his chair to it:

“I wish accommodation prepared for a young lady who may

come here at any time today. She may ask for Mr. Jarvis Lorry, or