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"That is one way of putting it, I suppose." "Or did you take pity on my solitariness? You must not let me become a drag upon you." Queed, dropping into a chair, rather out of humor, made no reply. Nicolovius continued to look out of the window.
And to-night the necessity was exceptionally trying, for he found that the intrusive daughter of the landlady had yet once again spread her mathematics there before him. Nor could Fifi this time claim misunderstanding and accident. She fully expected the coming of Mr. Queed, and had been nervously awaiting it.
You can hardly mean to repeat to anybody what I have told you in sacred confidence." Queed smiled sadly. "No, you have not told me anything in confidence. You have never told me anything until I first found it out for myself, and then only because denial was useless." "When I told you my story last June, you assured me "
I lost a grandfather and three uncles in it, and I can't help being interested." The last of the parade went by; the dense crowd broke and overran the street; and Queed stood upon the bottom step taking his leave of Miss Weyland.
At Trainer Klinker's command, Queed had resolutely permitted himself to be inducted into the Mercury; moreover, he made it a point of honor to attend the Saturday night functions, where he had the ideal chance to match his physical competence against that of other men.
A rare color sprang into Fifi's pallid cheeks: "I I thought you liked me from your being so good about helping me with my lessons and everything." Queed cleared his throat. "I do like you in a way. Yes in that way I like you very well. I will call you F Fifi, if you wish. But friends! Oh, no! They take up more time than such a man as I can afford."
Paynter's supper-table before the month was out; and this exploit she repeated at least once, and maybe twice, during the swift winter that followed. On January 14, or February 23, or it might have been March 2, Queed unexpectedly reentered the dining-room, toward eight o'clock, with the grave announcement that he had a piece of news.
It says," she read out with a gulp and a cough, "it means 'self-sacrificing devotion to the interests of others." The poor child thought her point must now be indelicately plain, but the lips of Doctor Queed merely emitted another close-clipped: "Proceed." At a desperate loss as she was, Fifi was suddenly visited by an idea. "Oh! I see. You're you're writing against altruism, aren't you?"
"Probably I would not give all the credit to what I call conscience. Probably I'd give some of it to what I call intellect." "In that case you would almost certainly fall into a fatal error." "Why, don't you consider that the higher the intellectual development the higher the type?" "Suppose we go more slowly," said Mr. Queed, intently plucking a dead bough from an overhanging young oak.
"Yes, I helped a lady write a thesaurus." "Oh...." "It was a mere fad with her. I virtually wrote the work for her and charged her five dollars an hour." He looked at her narrowly. "Do you happen to know of any one here who wants work of that sort done?" The agent did not answer. By a series of covert glances she had been trying to learn, upside down, what it was that Mr. Queed was reading.
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