Kenneth Bernoska

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"That's the man—here he comes," cried the foremost one, whom I recognized as the lawyer who had previously called upon me alone. "You must take him away, sir, at once," cried a portly person among them, advancing upon me, and whom I knew to be the landlord of No.—Wall-street. "These gentlemen, my tenants, cannot stand it any longer; Mr. B—" pointing to the lawyer, "has turned him out of his room, and he now persists in haunting the building generally, sitting upon the banisters of the stairs by day, and sleeping in the entry by night. Every body is concerned; clients are leaving the offices; ...more
Bartleby, the Scrivener: A Story Of Wall-Street
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