By Herman Melville
ReadOasis Step 1
(Part 2)

As time passed, I saw that Bartleby never went out to eat dinner. He never went anywhere. One of the men always brought Bartleby some ginger cakes at eleven o’clock each morning.

“Poor fellow!” I thought. “He is a little foolish at times, but he is useful to me.”

“Bartleby,” I said one afternoon. “Please go to the post office and bring my mail.”

“I do not want to.”

I walked back to my office too shocked to think. One of my workers would not do so...