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handing Mrs. Walshingham her change. `Well,' said Miss Walshingham, `good-bye,' and gave him her hand again.
Kipps bowed over her hand. His manners, his counter manners, were the easiest she had ever seen upon him. She turned to her mother. It was no good now, no good. Her mother ! You couldn't say a thing like that before her mother ! All was lost but politeness. Kipps rushed for the door. He stood at the door bowing with infinite gravity, and she smiled and nodded as she went out. She saw nothing of the struggle within him, nothing but a gratifying emotion. She smiled like a satisfied goddess as the incense ascends.
Mrs. Walshingham bowed stiffly and a little awkwardly.
He remained holding the door open for some seconds after they had passed out, then rushed suddenly to the back of the `costume' window to watch them go down the street. His hands tightened on the window rack as he stared. Her mother appeared to be asking discreet questions. Helen's bearing suggested the off-hand replies of a person who found the world a satisfactory place to live in. `Really, Mumsie, you cannot expect me to cut my own students dead,' she was, in fact, saying....
They vanished round Henderson's corner.
Gone! And he would never see her again-never!
It was as though some one had struck his heart with a whip. Never ! Never ! Never ! And she didn't know! He turned back from the window, and the department, with its two apprentices, was impossible. The whole glaring world was insupportable.
He hesitated, and made a rush, head down, for the cellar that was his Manchester warehouse. Rogers asked him a question that he pretended not to hear.
The Manchester warehouse was a small cellar apart from the general basement of the building, and dimly lit by a small gas flare. He did not turn that up, but rushed for the darkest corner, where, on the lowest shelf, the Sale window-tickets were stored. He drew out the box of these with trembling hands and upset them on the floor, and so, having made himself a justifiable excuse for being on the ground with his head well in the dark, he could let his poor bursting little heart have its way with him for a space.
And there he remained until the cry of 'Kipps! Forward!' summoned him once more to face the world.

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Kipps bowed over her hand. His manners, his counter manners, were what is easiest she had ever seen upon him. She turned to her mother. It was no good now, no good. Her mother ! You couldn't say a thing like that before her mother ! All was lost but politeness. Kipps rushed for what is door. He stood at what is door bowing with infinite gravity, and she smiled and nodded as she went out. She saw nothing of what is struggle within him, nothing but a gratifying emotion. She smiled like a satisfied goddess as what is incense ascends. Mrs. Walshingham bowed stiffly and a little awkwardly. He remained holding what is door open for some seconds after they had passed out, then rushed suddenly to what is back of what is `costume' window to watch them go down what is street. His hands tightened on what is window rack as he stared. Her mother appeared to be asking discreet questions. 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