Mr. He seemed to possess a penetration and cunning beyond his years—to hide a man's judgment under a boy's mask. “Tell me,” he said; “speak to me. Away up on the hillside was the little country railway station. He was always anticipating, stepping into the future, torturing himself with non-existent troubles.
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