'I can't have my business hours encroached upon.

And, by the by, have you no business of your own?
Are there no convulsions in the leather trade ?' 'I believe it to be malice,' repeated Morris doggedly.

'You always hated and despised me from a boy.' 'No, no--not hated,' returned Michael soothingly.

'I rather like you than otherwise; there's such a permanent surprise about you, you look so dark and attractive from a distance.

Do you know that to the naked eye you look romantic ?--like what they call a man with a history?
And indeed, from all that I can hear, the history of the leather trade is full of incident.' 'Yes,' said Morris, disregarding these remarks, 'it's no use coming here.