"You are entirely right there," said Brent, smiling bitterly. "I have n't slept a wink all night: I've been studying out that character."
"I thought you looked like it. You ought to take some rest to-day."
"I can't. I've got to put in my time on the same subject."
Mrs. Jones pursed her lips and bustled among the teacups. The idea of their laughing over their escapades right before her face and thinking that she did not understand! She made the mental observation that all men were natural born liars, and most guilty when they appeared to be most innocent. "Character," indeed! Did they think to blind her to the true situation of things? Oh, astute woman!
"Strange fellow," said Perkins to his spoon, when, after a slight breakfast, Brent had left the table.
"There's others that are just as strange, only they think they're sharper," quoth Mrs. Jones, with a knowing look.
"I don't understand you," returned her boarder, turning his attention from his spoon to the lady's face.
"There's none so blind as those who don't want to see."
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