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[Coton O. <lu...@wh...>]

Corous person. He would be the last man to sit down to his desk in any
state approaching to nudity. Besides, it was Sunday; and there was
something about Bartleby that forbade
the supposition that he would by any secular occupation
violate the proprieties of the day. Nevertheless, my mind was not
pacified; and full of a restless curiosity, at last I returned to the
door. Without
hindrance I inserted
my key, opened it, and entered.
Bartleby was not to be seen. I looked round anxiously,
peeped behind his screen; but it wa