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I liked a certain humour in
his eyes. I watched, too, with the fascination that things have for an
observant boy, the play of his lips--they were a little oblique, and
there was something "slipshod," if one may strain a word so far, about
his mouth, so that he lisped and sibilated ever and again and the coming
and going of a curious expression, triumphant in quality it was, upon
his face as he talked. He fingered his glasses, which did not seem to
fit his nose, fretted with things in his waistcoat pockets or put his
hands behind him, looked over our heads, and ever and again rose to his
toes and dropped back on his heels. He had a way of drawing air in at
times through his teeth that gave a whispering zest to his speech It's a
sound I can only represent as a soft Zzzz.
He did most of the talking. My mother repeated what she had already said
in the shop, "I have brought George over to you," and then desisted
for a time from the real business in hand. "You find this a
comfortable house?" she asked; and this being affirmed: "It looks--very
convenient.


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