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"
There
’
s
only
one
thing
wrong
with
the
programme
,
"
he
said
aloud
.
"
I
’
ve
got
a
date
already
.
"
The
girl
’
s
eyes
blazed
her
disappointment
.
"
To
sit
up
with
a
sick
friend
,
I
suppose
?
"
she
sneered
.
"
No
,
a
real
,
honest
date
with
—
"
he
faltered
,
"
with
a
girl
.
"
"
You
’
re
not
stringin
’
me
?
"
she
asked
earnestly
.
He
looked
her
in
the
eyes
and
answered
:
"
It
’
s
straight
,
all
right
.
But
why
can
’
t
we
meet
some
other
time
?
You
ain
’
t
told
me
your
name
yet
.
An
’
where
d
’
ye
live
?
"
"
Lizzie
,
"
she
replied
,
softening
toward
him
,
her
hand
pressing
his
arm
,
while
her
body
leaned
against
his
.
"
Lizzie
Connolly
.
And
I
live
at
Fifth
an
’
Market
.
"
He
talked
on
a
few
minutes
before
saying
good
night
.
He
did
not
go
home
immediately
;
and
under
the
tree
where
he
kept
his
vigils
he
looked
up
at
a
window
and
murmured
:
"
That
date
was
with
you
,
Ruth
.
I
kept
it
for
you
.
"
A
week
of
heavy
reading
had
passed
since
the
evening
he
first
met
Ruth
Morse
,
and
still
he
dared
not
call
.
Time
and
again
he
nerved
himself
up
to
call
,
but
under
the
doubts
that
assailed
him
his
determination
died
away
.
He
did
not
know
the
proper
time
to
call
,
nor
was
there
any
one
to
tell
him
,
and
he
was
afraid
of
committing
himself
to
an
irretrievable
blunder
.
Having
shaken
himself
free
from
his
old
companions
and
old
ways
of
life
,
and
having
no
new
companions
,
nothing
remained
for
him
but
to
read
,
and
the
long
hours
he
devoted
to
it
would
have
ruined
a
dozen
pairs
of
ordinary
eyes
.
But
his
eyes
were
strong
,
and
they
were
backed
by
a
body
superbly
strong
.
Furthermore
,
his
mind
was
fallow
.
It
had
lain
fallow
all
his
life
so
far
as
the
abstract
thought
of
the
books
was
concerned
,
and
it
was
ripe
for
the
sowing
.
It
had
never
been
jaded
by
study
,
and
it
bit
hold
of
the
knowledge
in
the
books
with
sharp
teeth
that
would
not
let
go
.
It
seemed
to
him
,
by
the
end
of
the
week
,
that
he
had
lived
centuries
,
so
far
behind
were
the
old
life
and
outlook
.
But
he
was
baffled
by
lack
of
preparation
.
He
attempted
to
read
books
that
required
years
of
preliminary
specialization
.
One
day
he
would
read
a
book
of
antiquated
philosophy
,
and
the
next
day
one
that
was
ultra
-
modern
,
so
that
his
head
would
be
whirling
with
the
conflict
and
contradiction
of
ideas
.
It
was
the
same
with
the
economists
.
On
the
one
shelf
at
the
library
he
found
Karl
Marx
,
Ricardo
,
Adam
Smith
,
and
Mill
,
and
the
abstruse
formulas
of
the
one
gave
no
clew
that
the
ideas
of
another
were
obsolete
.
He
was
bewildered
,
and
yet
he
wanted
to
know
.
He
had
become
interested
,
in
a
day
,
in
economics
,
industry
,
and
politics
.
Passing
through
the
City
Hall
Park
,
he
had
noticed
a
group
of
men
,
in
the
centre
of
which
were
half
a
dozen
,
with
flushed
faces
and
raised
voices
,
earnestly
carrying
on
a
discussion
.
