Who we are
啊馱hat about” Merivale dre▓w near to the young man and shielding his mou▓th with his hand whispered, “Business●,” accompanying his utterance with a knowing gl▓ance. “Well, you can see me about busines▓s,” rejoined his interlocutor, surli●ly.
“Impossible.Here, take my card to Mr.▓Arkush and say I am pressed.▓” “Mr.Arkush can’t see nobody.▓ He’s sick. “Sick Ah, inde▓ed” cried Merivale.“Has he ▓been sick long I hope it is nothing se●rious.Pray tell me what the trouble is” ● The young man looked surprised.“Oh, it’s ●only r
heumatism,” he said.“You ai●n’t a friend of his, are you” ● “Why, my dear fellow, of course I ●am.By the very nature of his profess●ion Mr.Arkush is the friend of every body; an▓d I am the friend of every friend of mine.Co▓nsequently but the deduction is too obv▓ious.