"I had one," answered his sister, in a mournful voice; "and, perhaps, I have one still. “But the thing is, I want a job. ‘It is imbecile that you are. She found herself anxious to read more of him, and the next Wednesday she went to the British Museum and hunted first among the half-crown magazines for his essays and then through various scientific quarterlies for his research papers. “He is quiet only this minute,” she said to the official. She felt a lump rise in her throat, for she had come to love living in America. The curve of his shoulders, the very angle of his feet, expressed relief at her apparent obedience. She was posing before the mirror, critically, miserably, defensively, and perhaps bewilderedly.
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