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BLAIR OF BALACLAVA.
CHAPTER I.
A SCRIMMAGE IN THE OFFICE.
‘YOU young brute, why don’t you mind what you’re doing, blundering about?’
‘I couldn’t help it, Jenkins; it was quite an accident. Your foot was stuck out, and I stumbled over it.’
‘It was nothing of the sort, you clumsy wretch; and take that to remind you that I’m Mr Jenkins.’
As he spoke, the lanky, pale-faced youth rose from the table, where he had been sitting nibbling the end of a quill, and soundly boxed the ears of a small, delicate-looking boy who, while carrying an inkpot across the office, had stumbled and upset some of the black fluid upon the lavender-coloured continuations of Mr Silvester Jenkins.