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All at once, his look altered; from objective it became
subjective. The question seemed suddenly to hook onto something inside,
like a still street-car gripping hold of a cable and beginning to move;
the mind's eye of the young man appeared to be seized and swept inward.
Presently without a word he resumed his writing.
Fifi was much disturbed at the effect of her artless question, and just
when everything was beginning to go so nicely too. In about half an
hour, when she got up to retire, she said timidly:--
"I'm sorry if I--I was rude just now, Mr. Queed. Indeed, I didn't mean
to be...."
"I did not say that you were rude," he answered without looking up.
But at the door Fifi was arrested by his voice.
"Why do you think it to your advantage to work in here?"
"It's--it's a good deal warmer, you know," said Fifi, flustered,
"and--then of course there's the table and lamp. But it's quite all
right upstairs--really!"
He made no answer.


VI
_Autobiographical Data imparted, for Sound Business Reasons, to a
Landlady's Agent; of the Agent's Other Title, etc.


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