grocer pacing up and down

Looks like they are getting you fellows in the nine hole at last,” he said, with a laugh. Every grocer on the street is putting out a big sign. One of them has got a picture of the old man with a handkerchief to his eyes standing in a store without a single customer　regorafenib, while all the crowd is headed for another place.” Oh, we’ll have to wait and see,” Fred retorted, angrily. I must give these letters to Mr. Whipple.” As he went in the old man’s office, he found the grocer pacing up and down, his hat in his hand, his brow dark with passion. He waved the letters from him. Open ‘em yourself,” he said. I’m going home. I feel like a candidate on election night who didn’t get a vote in his own precinct. I don’t intend to stay down here where everybody can pick at me. I heard what that whelp said to you and Dick. They are all gloating over me like buzzards over a dead ox. When you come up to supper, bring the night mail with you.” He strode from the room, and Fred heard his despondent step on the resounding floor all the way to the rear door of the long house. Fred worked over his books and out-of-town orders till near sunset; then he took down his coat and hat　regorafenib. It might work,” he mused. At any rate, there can be no harm in asking him about it.” He went out, and, turning into a quiet side-street, he walked up to the comfortable home of his employer, which stood on a slight elevation among the best houses of the place. It occupied a small lot, as did its neighbors, and there were no grass or flowers about it　serviced apartments in hong kong 　. It was built of yellow bricks, and had a porch in front, against which, on a lattice, some vines were growing. As he entered the gate an elderly woman approached the front door and stood waiting for him. It was Stephen Whipple’s wife, a gaunt woman in a simple black dress without ornament, and wearing her iron-gray hair brushed smoothly over her brow. You are earlier than usual,” she said. I hope you have good news. I don’t think he can stand it much longer. I have never seen him so much troubled in my life. His pride is cut to the quick. He has always thought he could cope with trickery in any form, and being helpless this way under the taunts of those men is fairly killing him. If he was thoroughly at himself he might hold his own, but he is getting old, and being mad this way really keeps him from using his best judgment.”