Excerpt from: Bartleby the Scrivener,
A Story of Wall Street
By Herman Melville

On the appointed day I engaged carts and men, proceeded to my chambers, and having but little furniture, everything was removed in a few hours. Throughout, the scrivener [Bartleby] remained standing behind the screen, which I directed to be removed the last thing. It was withdrawn, and being folded up like a huge folio, left him the motionless occupant of a naked room. I stood in the entry watching him for a moment, while something within me upbraided me.

I re-entered, with my hand in my pocket and my heart in my mouth.

"Good-bye, Bartleby, I'm going. Good-bye. And God some way bless you, and take that," slipping something in his hand. But it dropped upon the floor, and then strange to say, I tore myself from him whom I had so longed to be rid of.