Erin Holtz

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"Bartleby!" No answer. "Bartleby," in a louder tone. No answer. "Bartleby," I roared. Like a very ghost, agreeably to the laws of magical invocation, at the third summons, he appeared at the entrance of his hermitage.
Bartleby, the Scrivener: A Story Of Wall-Street
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