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Moreover, Mr. Bingle was confident that all of the high officials in
the bank, from the president down to the seventh assistant cashier,
had noticed his tremendous shortcoming, and that they were even now
whispering among themselves that he ought to be discharged forthwith.
He could feel people glaring at him from behind; he could feel the
president's eyes, and the four vice-presidents' eyes, and the chairman
of the board's eyes and all of the directors' eyes boring holes
through the partitions to fix their accusing gaze upon him as he bent
nervously over the huge ledger and tried to shrink into invisibility.
He had committed a heinous, inexcusable, unpardonable offence. He
would have to pay the penalty. After all these years of faithful
service, he would be kicked out in disgrace; some one else would be
sitting in his place after luncheon and some one else would be hanging
his coat and hat in the locker he had used for fifteen years without--
His eyes grew misty as he bent a little closer to the page and tried
to focus his thoughts on what was actually before him.


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