It was a plan hatched up between you and her to extort money from me." The old cashier attempted to spring at him, but the strong hands of indignant, pitying friends held him back.
Suddenly he stopped short, saying, with a dignity wonderful to behold: "It is not necessary, I think, to ask any of you, who all know me so well and know also my little Margery, not to give credence to so heinous a statement.

I am going from this place, friends.

I would not stay another moment in this villain's employ, nor would my Margery, though he weighed us down with all the wealth the world holds.

Come, Margery." The crowd slowly parted, making way for them, and together Margery and her father passed through the line of sympathizing faces, hand in hand--the old man white, stern and resolute, pretty Margery sobbing as though her heart would break.
Mr.Wright, the manager, who had been--like the old cashier--fully five and twenty years beneath that roof, turned and faced the throng, saying, huskily: "Mr.Armstrong, I herewith tender you my resignation.

My friend of a lifetime is going, and I shall go, too." "And I," "And I," "And I," quickly rang out, voice after voice.
"Confound you all, I discharge the whole lot of you!" shouted Kendale, now quite sobered by the excitement he was passing through.