Chapter VI A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly through his gold eye-glasses. The hurricane had now reached its climax. " "For you!" exclaimed Jonathan; "don't flatter yourself that I'm thinking of you. Either we go forth together, or they shall bury me. I am a pauper, and as yet I have not discovered how to earn money. The last observation, however, caught the attention of the carpenter's wife. Let’s go up to my room. . Books! Aren't they wonderful?" The blind alley of life stretching out before her, with its secret doorways and hidden menaces; and she was unconcerned. " Her ear caught much of the lesson, and many things she stored away; but often what she heard was sound without sense. You mustn’t do things like that. " "Be handy, then," rejoined Terence, "or, I'll lose my share of the smart money.
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