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"A career? I know the verb, but not the noun," she retorted saucily

"I' but the trivial task, flavored with all the

flavors I like best"

Soht, Percival had stories

to unfold to Norris alone--stories he could not tell Madeline, of things

found in the mire, upon which the healthy happy world turns its back

when every night it goes "up town" to pleasant hearthstones and to

normal life These were tales of foul sounds and foul air, where men and

wohter that was

like the grinning of skulls, hollow and despairing They were stories of

girls with sodden eyes and men ooden faces--of innumerable schemes

to suck money by any means but those of honor And these were the phases

of his study that Dick looked upon with a kind of anguished fascination,

as more and more he sa the hands stretched out of that mire

smirched the city which he hoped to serve

Soain, Ellery would

have his experience to tell, redolent of printer's ink, and full of the

interest of that profession which is never two days the same--stories of

how business toils and spins and is not arrayed like Soloainst huross and in