” She shook her head. Between his lectures—and primarily he was an itinerant lecturer—he manoeuvred in vain to acquire some facts regarding the girl, who she was, whence she had come; but always she countered with: "What is that?" Guileless she might be; simple, never. He taught her how to read and write in Latin and Greek, often rewarding her for her efforts with a flower or a trinket. “I’m sorry Mister McCloskey! I was out seeing my boyfriend!” He stared at her concernedly. They were standing face to face now upon the hearthrug. Athens was heaven on earth, and those who inhabited it knew it was so, and savored it. “Why don’t you wear your white blouse more often? It is the prettiest shirt you own. ‘Sir?’ enquired the lad. Even if she has to work two jobs to do it.
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