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 a girl, mighty pretty and bright and pleasant and with tastes and distastes, both, which I liked.

She'd known about Erasmus and Holbein when we talked at the ball, you remember; now she knew about the same books I'd been reading. Likely she'd dipped into "This Freedom" too, in order to help herself decide whether, after marriage, she should drop business for the sake of the children or should keep right on to help husband.

Probably, in Chicago, she'd seen "Lightnin and "The Hairy Ape" and heard Galli-Curci and Chaliapin. Of course she had. A crook can't be crooking all the time; she's at the normal round most of it. But I'd never realized that till I took a little leisure to think it over. Now when you say a person's a counterfeiter, for instance, naturally you think of him or her, or both of them, crouching somewhere covertly together, printing off their money and then slipping out, with many glances around, to convert it into groceries and some of our ordinary authorized currency. But actually, very little of their time may be spent so. Most of it goes into just living,—maybe looking at movies, at dance halls or driving around;