The shop became dirty, broken panes of glass remained unmended, and the stock disappeared piecemeal.

At last the company's man came to cut off the water, and then the linen-draper cut off himself, leaving the landlord his compliments and the key.
The next occupant was a fancy stationer.

The shop was more modestly painted than before, still it was neat; but somehow we always thought, as we passed, that it looked like a poor and struggling concern.

We wished the man well, but we trembled for his success.

He was a widower evidently, and had employment elsewhere, for he passed us every morning on his road to the city.