His was the Latin turn of thinking; he had fallen in love at thirteen, and he was still capable—he prided himself—of falling in love. Perceiving he was about to take leave, Kneebone ventured to ask whom he had had the honour of addressing. "Aren't you afraid?" "Of what?"—serenely. Hawk and Buzzard. I can't concentrate on my work.
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