them as other folks can’t. Not that Mr. Barrows ever talked to me; he Arda Turan Drakter was a deal too much absorbed in his studies for that; but he ate at my table, and went in and out of my front door, and if a woman cannot learn something about a man under those circumstances, then she is no good, that is Marian Sarr Drakter all I have got to say about her.”
I was amused and slightly smiled, but she needed no encouragement to proceed.
“The way he would drop into a brown study over his meat and potatoes was a caution to my mind. A minister that don’t eat is — an anomaly,” she burst out. “I have boarded them before, and I know they like the good Chile things of life as well as anybody. But Mr. Barrows, latterly at least, never seemed to see Matias Fernandez Drakter what was on the table before him, but ate because his plate of food was there, and had to be disposed of in some way. One day, I remember in particular, I had baked dumplings, for he used to be very fond of them, and would eat two without any urging; but this day Oscar Drakter he either did not put enough sauce on them, or else his whole appetite had changed; for he suddenly looked down at his plate and shuddered, almost as if he were in a chill, and, getting up, was going away, when I summoned up courage to ask if the dumplings were not as good as usual. He turned at the door — I can see him now — and mechanically shaking his head, seemed to be trying to utter some apology. But he presently stopped in that attempt, and, pointing quickly at the table, said, in his accustomed tones: ‘You need not make me any more Originals ZX 850 desserts, Mrs. Simpson, I shall not indulge in them in the future’; and went out, without saying whether he was sick or what. And that was the end of the dumplings, and of many a good thing besides.”
“And is that all —” I began; but she broke in before the words were half out of my mouth.
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