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I suggest that you begin with a careful study of the law, making yourself familiar with " "I am already familiar with it." "Ah! And what do you think of it?" "It is grotesque." "Good! I like a clean-cut expression of opinion such as that, sir. Now tell me your criticisms on the law as it stands, and what you suggest as remedies." Queed did so briefly, expertly.
Yet Queed, tilted back in his chair, and staring out over the wet roofs, was not thinking of the reformatory. He was thinking, not of public matters at all, but of the circumstances of his curious life with Henry G. Surface; and his thoughts were not agreeable in the least. Not that he and the "old professor" did not get along well together. It was really surprising how well they did get along.
Surprised and a little amused, he replied: "Really, I've never stopped to think. I should say, though, that I was perfectly content." Fifi laughed and coughed. "There's a big difference isn't there? Why, it's just like the exercise, Mr. Queed. Before you began it you were just not sick; now you are very well. That's the difference between content and happiness.
Queed, who had seen few pretty rooms in his life. Certainly it was a charming room of a usual enough type: lamp-lit and soft-carpeted; brass fittings about the fireplace where a coal fire glowed; a large red reading-table with the customary litter of books and periodicals; comfortable chairs to sit in; two uncommonly pretty mahogany bookcases with quaint leaded windows.
The Paynter parlor knew Queed not infrequently in these days, where he could sometimes be discovered not merely suffering, but encouraging, Major Brooke to talk to him of his victories over the Republicans in 1870-75. Nor was he a stranger to Nicolovius's sitting-room, having made it an iron-clad rule with himself to accept one out of every two invitations to that charming cloister.
More Consequences of the Plan about the Gift, and of how Mr. Queed drinks his Medicine like a Man; Fifi on Men, and how they do; Second Corruption of The Sacred Schedule. Queed's irrational impulse to make Fifi a small gift cost him the heart of his morning. A call would have been cheaper, after all. Nor was the end yet.
Paynter's for months, but she went there nearly every afternoon from the office to see Fifi, who had been in bed for four weeks. The Department door opened, with no premonitory knock, and in walked, of all people, Mr. Queed. Sharlee came forward very cordially to greet the visitor, and at once presented him to the Secretary. However Queed dismissed Mr.
The truth had been instantly plain to Queed when the name had blazed up at him from the envelope on the floor. It was as though Fate herself had tossed that envelope under his eyes, as the answer to all his questionings. Not an instant's doubt had troubled him; and now a score of memories were marshaling themselves before him to show that his first flashing certainty had been sound.
"One hour a day exercise, and you do more work in twenty-four hours than you're doing now, besides feelin' one hundred per cent better all the time." Still Queed was silent. One hour a day! "Try it for only a month," said Klinker the Tempter. "I'll help you glad to do it I need the drill myself.
"I would give four hundred and fifty dollars," he said slowly "all the money that I happen to have if you had told me last night that you meant to do this." "I am awfully sorry," said West, with a touch of dignity, "that you take it so hard. But I assure you " "I know Plonny Neal even better than you do," continued Queed, "for I have known him as his social equal. He is laughing at you to-day."
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