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Chapter 1

           Hehadtomakethingslasttwicethetimeotherpeopledid;hesmokedthecheapesttobacco;shag;thesametheoldmendidinthequays.Heworkedhard—sevenhoursaday;hissubjectwasnowtheinfluenceofsomethinguponsomebody—theywerewalkingonandMrs.Ramsaydidnotquitecatchthemeaning,onlythewords,hereandthere...dissertation...fellowship...readership...lectureship.Shecouldnotfollowtheuglyacademicjargon,thatrattleditselfoffsoglibly,butsaidtoherselfthatshesawnowwhygoingtothecircushadknockedhimoffhisperch,poorlittleman,andwhyhecameout,instantly,withallthatabouthisfatherandmotherandbrothersandsisters,andshewouldseetoitthattheydidn’tlaughathimanymore;shewouldtellPrueaboutit.Whathewouldhaveliked,shesupposed,wouldhavebeentosayhowhehadgonenottothecircusbuttoIbsenwiththeRamsays.Hewasanawfulprig—ohyes,aninsufferablebore.For,thoughtheyhadreachedthetownnowandwereinthemainstreet,withcartsgrindingpastonthecobbles,stillhewentontalking,aboutsettlements,andteaching,andworkingmen,andhelpingourownclass,andlectures,tillshegatheredthathehadgotbackentireself-confidence,hadrecoveredfromthecircus,andwasabout(andnowagainshelikedhimwarmly)totellher—buthere,thehousesfallingawayonbothsides,theycameoutonthequay,andthewholebayspreadbeforethemandMrs.Ramsaycouldnothelpexclaiming,"Oh,howbeautiful!"

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