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somewheretillhewasold.Theykepthiminadarkplace,likea
cheese,untilhehadthefullTellsonflavourandblue-mouldupon
him.Thenonlywashepermittedtobeseen,spectacularlyporing
overlargebooks,andcastinghisbreechesandgaitersintothe
generalweightoftheestablishment.
OutsideTellson’sneverbyanymeansinit,unlesscalledin
wasanodd-job-man,anoccasionalporterandmessenger,who
servedasthelivesignofthehouse.Hewasneverabsentduring
businesshours,unlessuponanerrand,andthenhewas
representedbyhisson:agrislyurchinoftwelve,whowashis
expressimage.PeopleunderstoodthatTellson’s,inastatelyway,
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toleratedtheodd-job-man.Thehousehadalwaystoleratedsome
personinthatcapacity,andtimeandtidehaddriftedthisperson
tothepost.HissurnamewasCruncher,andontheyouthful
occasionofhisrenouncingbyproxytheworksofdarkness,inthe
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