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it. She had no previous experience of selling things, so, choosing out the best jeweller's shop in the High Street, she marched blithely in, and taking off her watch and chain laid them upon the counter. "Yes, Miss; want repairing, I suppose?" enquired the assistant who came to attend to her. "No, they're in perfectly good order; but I wish to sell them. What price can you give me for them?" returned Gipsy confidently. The man looked at her in decided astonishment, then pushed back the watch across the counter with a marked decrease of civility. "We don't do that kind of business," he replied shortly. "Won't you buy it then?" asked Gipsy in accents of blank disappointment. "No; it's not in our line at all." "Then where should I be able to sell it?" "I couldn't say; probably at a secondhand shop. We only deal in new articles." Very much disconcerted and snubbed, Gipsy snatched up her watch and chain and fled from the shop. She had evidently made a mistake in applying at a first-class jeweller's, and she was angry at having exposed herself to the humiliation of a rebuff. With two flaming spots in her cheeks, she stalked down the High Street, and into one of the narrower and more modest by-streets, where smaller shops were to be found. She walked on for quite a long way without meeting with any place that looked in the least degree likely; then at last, at the corner of an even humbler street still, she found a secondhand furniture dealer, who, to judge by the contents of his windows, seemed also to trade in a variety of miscellaneous articles. On the pavement in front of the shop were spread forth specimens of chairs, tables, and washstands, and inside she could see a goodly array of glass, antique china, old jewellery, old silver, prints, pictures, books, candlesticks, firearms, and an assortment of small pieces of bric-a-brac. Over the door was the name of Daniel Lucas. "This looks more the kind of place," she murmured. "I'll have a try here, at any rate." The interior of the shop was so crowded with furniture that it was quite difficult to walk between the piled-up sideboards and sofas to the corner where a very dirty and shabby-looking individual, with untidy grey hair and unshaven chin, was busy adding up accounts. He paused with a grimy finger in the middle of a column of figures, and peered at Gipsy with a pair of red, bleary eyes. [Illustration: "HE PAUSED AND PEERED AT GIPSY"] "I see
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