To the clerks the young Consul was a being of quite another sphere. Every head was bowed to him when- ever he passed through the office, and each one seemed to feel that the cold blue eyes penetrated everything and everywhere — books, accounts, and letters, even into their own private secrets. It was believed that he knew every page in the ledger, and that he could quote intricate accounts, column by column, and if there was even the slightest irregularity to be found anywhere, they would wager that it could not escape the young Consul's eye.
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