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For he was difficult to dispose of, that boy.He was delicate and, in a frail way, good-looking, too, except for the vacant droop of his lower lip.Under our excellent system of compulsory education he had learned to read and write, notwithstanding the unfavourable aspect of the lower lip.But as errand-boy he did not turn out a great success.He forgot his messages; he was easily diverted from the straight path of duty by the attractions of stray cats and dogs, which he followed down narrow alleys into unsavoury courts; by the comedies of the streets, which he contemplated open-mouthed, to the detriment of his employer's interests; or by the dramas of fallen horses, whose pathos and violence induced him sometimes to shriek piercingly in a crowd, which disliked to be disturbed by sounds of distress in its quiet enjoyment of the national spectacle.When led away by a grave and protecting policeman, it would often become apparent that poor Stevie had forgotten his address - at least for a time.A brusque question caused him to stutter to the point of suffocation.When startled by anything perplexing he used to squint horribly.However, he never had any fits (which was encouraging);and before the natural outbursts of impatience on the part of his father be could always, in his childhood's days, run for protection behind the short skirts of his sister Winnie.On the other hand, he might have been suspected of hiding a fund of reckless naughtiness.When he had reached the age of fourteen a friend of his late father, an agent for a foreign preserved milk firm, having given him an opening as office-boy, he was discovered one foggy afternoon, in his chiefs absence, busy letting off fireworks on the staircase.He touched off in quick succession a set of fierce rockets, angry catherine wheels, loudly exploding squibs - and the matter might have turned out very serious.An awful panic spread through the whole building.Wild-eyed, choking clerks stampeded through the passages full of smoke; silk hats and elderly businessmen could be seen rolling independently down the stairs.Stevie did not seem to derive any personal gratification from what he had done.His motives for this stroke of originality were difficult to discover.It was only later on that Winnie obtained from him a misty and confused confession.It seems that two other office-boys in the building had worked upon his feelings by tales of injustice and oppression till they had wrought his compassion to the pitch of that frenzy.

But his father's friend, of course, dismissed him summarily as likely to ruin his business.After that altruistic exploit Stevie was put to help wash the dishes in the basement kitchen, and to black the boots of the gentlemen patronizing the Belgravian mansion.There was obviously no future in such work.The gentlemen tipped him a shilling now and then.Mr Verloc showed himself the most generous of lodgers.But altogether all that did not amount to much either in the way of gain or prospects; so that when Winnie announced her engagement to Mr Verloc her mother could not help wondering, with a sigh and a glance towards the scullery, what would become of poor Stephen now.

It appeared that Mr Verloc was ready to take him over together with his wife's mother and with the furniture, which was the whole visible fortune of the family.Mr Verloc gathered everything as it came to his broad, good-natured breast.The furniture was disposed to the best advantage all over the house, but Mrs Verloc's mother was confined to two back rooms on the first floor.

The luckless Stevie slept in one of them.By this time a growth of thin fluffy hair had come to blur, like a golden mist, the sharp line of his small lower jaw.He helped his sister with blind love and docility in her household duties.Mr Verloc thought that some occupation would be good for him.His spare time he occupied by drawing circles with compass and pencil on a piece of paper.He applied himself to that pastime with great industry, with his elbows spread out and bowed low over the kitchen table.

Through the open door of the parlour at the back of the shop Winnie, his sister, glanced at him from time to time with maternal vigilance.