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imagination which made me think he looked sorry for me? I cannot tell; the expression vanished so quickly that I hardly know by what word to describe it. I smiled as I met his eye, and inquired, "Why do you look at me so earnestly?"
"I am thinking," he answered slowly, "that undoubtedly you are a good judge of character; but do not make a mistake and judge too hastily."
Tom and Mr. Thurber were deep in a question of Eastern politics. I looked at George interrogatively. "What do you mean?"
"Only what I say," was his answer; and this was all the satisfaction he gave me.
