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suit me well! If you ever feel like a change of air, indicate the same to Colonel Thorp."
"Ah, Colonel," said Mr. St. Clair, who had recovered his easy, pleasant manner, "we can sell limits but not men."
"No, by the great Sammy," replied the colonel, using the more emphatic form of his oath, "ner buy 'em! Wall," he added, "when you have the papers ready, let me know. Good day!"
"Very good, Colonel, good by, good by!"
The colonel did not notice Mr. St. Clair's offered hand, but nodding to Ranald, sauntered out of the office, leaving the two men alone. For a few moments Mr. St. Clair turned over his papers in silence. His face was flushed and smiling.
"Well, that is a most happy deliverance, Ranald," he said, rubbing his hands. "But what is the matter? You are not well."
White to the lips, Ranald stood looking at his chief with a resolved face.
"Mr. St. Clair, I wish to offer you my resignation as manager."
"Nonsense, Ranald, we will say no more about that. I was a little hasty. I hope the change I spoke of will go into immediate effect."
"I must beg to decline." The words came slowly, sternly from Ranald's white lips.
"And why, pray?"
"I have little doubt you can discover the reason, Mr. St. Clair. A few moments ago, for honorable
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