o consult one a moment; with which,
the copy kept on loan being produced, he once more wandered off.
What was he doing to her? What did he want of her? Well, it was just
the aggravation of his "See here!" She felt at this moment strangely and
portentously afraid of him--had in her ears the hum of a sense that,
should it come to that kind of tension, she must fly on the spot to Chalk
Farm. Mixed with her dread and with her reflexion was the idea that, if
he wanted her so much as he seemed to show, it might be after all simply
to do for him the "anything" she had promised, the "everything" she had
thought it so fine to bring out to Mr. Mudge. He might want her to help
him, might have some particular appeal; though indeed his manner didn't
denote that--denoted on the contrary an embarrassment, an indecision,
something of a desire not so much to be helped as to be treated rather
more nicely than she had treated him the other time. Yes, he considered
quite probably that he had help rather to offer than to ask for. Still,
none the less, when he again saw her free he continued to keep away from
her; when he came back with his thumbed Guide it was Mr. Buckton he
caught--it was from Mr. Buckton he obtained half-a-crown's-worth of
stamps.
After asking for the stamps he asked, quite as a second thought, for a
postal-order for ten shillings. What did he want with so many stamps
when he wrote so few letters? How could he enclose a postal-order in a
telegram? She expected him, the next thing, to go into the corner and
make up one of his telegrams--half a dozen of them--on purpose to prolong
his presence. She had so completely stopped looking at him that she
could only guess his movements--guess even where his eyes rested. Finally
she saw him make a dash that might have been toward the nook where the
forms were hung; and at this she suddenly felt that she couldn't keep it
up. The counter-clerk had just taken a telegram from a slavey, and, to
give herself something to cover her, she snatched it out of his hand. The
gesture was so violent that he gave her in return an odd look, and she
also perceived that Mr. Buckton noticed it. The latter personage, with a
quick stare at her, appeared for an instant to wonder whether his
snatching it in _his_ turn mightn't be the thing she would least like,
and she anticipated this practical criticism by the frankest glare she
had ever given him. It sufficed: this time it paralysed hi
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