’PleaseIhavecomeforthepaper，’saidAnne。
’O，isityou，dearAnne？’whinedtheinmate，openingthedooralittlefurther。’Icouldhardlygettothedoortoopenit，Iamsoweak。’
Thespeakerwasawizenedoldgentleman，inacoatthecolourofhisfarmyard，breechesofthesamehue，unbuttonedattheknees，revealingabitoflegabovehisstockingandadazzlinglywhiteshirt-frilltocompensateforthisuntidinessbelow。Theedgeofhisskullroundhiseye-socketswasvisiblethroughtheskin，andhehadamouthwhosecornersmadetowardsthebackofhisheadontheslightestprovocation。Hewalkedwithgreatapparentdifficultybackintotheroom，Annefollowinghim。
’Well，youcanhavethepaperifyouwantit；butyounevergivememuchtimetoseewhat’sinen！Here’sthepaper。’Hehelditout，butbeforeshecouldtakeithedrewitbackagain，saying，’Ihavenothadmyshareo’thepaperbyagooddeal，whatwithmyweaksight，andpeoplecomingsosoonforen。Iamapoorput-uponsoul；
butmy“DutyofMan“willbelefttomewhenthenewspaperisgone。’