"Goodness only knows what he's reserved for," rejoined the widow in a
desponding tone; "but if Mynheer Van Galgebrok, whom I met last night at the
Cross Shovels, spoke the truth, little Jack will never die in his bed. I throw up work—everything! I just teach in one
school, one good school, three days a week. So, by way of gaining time, he resolved to
question him further. But if his frame was immature,
his looks were not so. ‘Obsessed, that’s
what you are. "I guessed as much. It was as if
her finite human brain could only store a limit of
information, details like hair color and fingernail shape
easily jettisoned to make room for the nuances of a grin
or the emotion of a shoulder blade. There'll
be busy days and idle.
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