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"The first thing
you know, you'll be falling in love with the
algebraist," said I.
"Don't say it, even in jest," he cried. "She's a lady
I revere. I could no more lay a hand upon her than I
could upon a spirit Loudon, I don't believe God ever
made a purer-minded woman."
Which appeared to me too fervent to be reassuring.
Meanwhile I had been long expostulating with my friend
upon a different matter. "I'm the fifth wheel," I kept
telling him. "For any use I am, I might as well be in
Senegambia. The letters you give me to attend to might
be answered by a sucking child. And I tell you what it
is, Pinkerton; either you've got to find me some
employment, or I'll have to start in and find it for
myself"
This I said with a corner of my eye in the usual
quarter, toward the arts, little dreaming what destiny
was to provide.
"I've got it, Loudon," Pinkerton at last replied. "Got
the idea on the Potrero cars. Found I hadn't a pencil,
borrowed one from the conductor, and figured on it
roughly all the way in town. I saw it was the thing at
last; gives you a real show.


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