They proved all sorts of things perhaps, but they were thick, unequal, pitiful pieces of work. His voice had changed, the joy had gone out of it; and she understood that something from the past had rolled up to spoil this hour. The day is already half over. The man who sat behind a pigeon-hole, and regulated the comings and goings, was for a moment absent. It was a habit of his to talk to himself. ” “I will have your reason for this,” he said. How much he would be able to do for her.
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