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But all at once his eyes fell upon his watch, and his
brow clouded.
"Meantime," he went on abruptly, "there remains the question of my
board."
"Yes.... Do I understand that you--derive your living from these social
laws that you write up for others to practice?"
"Oh, no--impossible! There is no living to be made there. When my book
comes out there may be a different story, but that is two years and ten
months off. Every minute taken from it for the making of money is, as
you may now understand, decidedly unfortunate. Still," he added
depressedly, "I must arrange to earn something, I suppose, since my
father's assistance is so problematical. I worked for money in New York,
for awhile."
"Oh--did you?"
"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.


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