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Rh What'll become of all they know? Seems a waste, don't it?"

Seeing that I was expected to say something and that the interview would not close until I did, I replied vaguely—"But that's just where we come to the edge of things, I suppose."

"Your books here now," he resumed, ignoring my remarks, "and—and all you must a' got out of them—seems a pity we couldn't—hecouldn't"—he [sic] paused for a word.

"Buy it?" I suggested.

"Well, yes, something of that sort."

I could see his charm of manner welling up again over him as he made his final bow. It was long after three of course, and I would have to make apologies and humble myself to ask for another appointment with Mrs. L.

Charm of Manner! I murmured to myself, reflectively.