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He
stood
in
the
middle
of
her
car
,
holding
his
bundle
,
looking
around
him
with
the
same
observant
,
unreacting
glance
.
"
Sit
down
,
"
she
said
.
He
obeyed
—
and
looked
at
her
,
as
if
waiting
for
further
orders
.
There
was
a
kind
of
dignity
in
his
manner
,
the
honesty
of
the
open
admission
that
he
had
no
claim
to
make
,
no
plea
to
offer
,
no
questions
to
ask
,
that
he
now
had
to
accept
whatever
was
done
to
him
and
was
ready
to
accept
it
.
He
seemed
to
be
in
his
early
fifties
;
the
structure
of
his
bones
and
the
looseness
of
his
suit
suggested
that
he
had
once
been
muscular
.
The
lifeless
indifference
of
his
eyes
did
not
fully
hide
that
they
had
been
intelligent
;
the
wrinkles
cutting
his
face
with
the
record
of
some
incredible
bitterness
,
had
not
fully
erased
the
fact
that
the
face
had
once
possessed
the
kindliness
peculiar
to
honesty
.
"
When
did
you
eat
last
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Yesterday
,
"
he
said
,
and
added
,
"
I
think
.
"
She
rang
for
the
porter
and
ordered
dinner
for
two
,
to
be
brought
to
her
car
from
the
diner
.
The
tramp
had
watched
her
silently
,
but
when
the
porter
departed
,
he
offered
the
only
payment
it
was
in
his
power
to
offer
:
"
I
don
’
t
want
to
get
you
in
trouble
,
ma
’
am
,
"
he
said
.
