, etc.
I asked him if he had any particular or definite office in view.
Well, no. He had left that to Gashwiler. Gashwiler had said--he
remembered his very words: "Leave it all to me; I'll look through
the different departments, and see what can be done for a man of
your talents."
And--
He's looking. I'm expecting him back here every minute. He's gone
over to the Department of Tape, to see what can be done there. Ah!
here he comes.
A large man approached us. He was very heavy, very unwieldy, very
unctuous and oppressive. He affected the "honest farmer," but so
badly that the poorest husbandman would have resented it. There
was a suggestion of a cheap lawyer about him that would have
justified any self-respecting judge in throwing him over the bar at
once. There was a military suspicion about him that would have
entitled him to a court-martial on the spot. There was an
introduction, from which I learned that my office-seeking friend's
name was Expectant Dobbs. And then Gashwiler addressed me:--
"Our young friend here is waiting, waiting.
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