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〃Isn't there some one here？〃 he cried。 〃Don't I hear a typewriter？〃
The noise stopped。 There was a slight rustling from a far corner； beyond his view； and presently he saw advancing a slim and shrinking slip of a girl with a face that impressed him only as small and insignificant。 In a quiet little voice she said； 〃Yes； sir。 Do you wish anything？〃
〃Why； what are you doing here？〃 he asked。 〃I don't think I've ever seen you before。〃
〃Yes。 I took dictation from you several times；〃 replied she。
He was instantly afraid he might have hurt her feelings； and he； who in the days when he was far； far less than now； had often suffered from that commonplace form of brutality； was most careful not to commit it。 〃I never know what's going on round me when I'm thinking；〃 explained he； though he was saying to himself that the next time he would probably again be unable to remember one with nothing distinctive to fix identity。 〃You areMiss？〃
〃Miss Hallowell。〃
〃How do you happen to be here？ I've given particular instructions that no one is ever to be detained after hours。〃
A little color appeared in the pale； small faceand now he saw that she had a singularly fair and smooth skin； singularly beautifuland he wondered why he had not noticed it before。 Being a close observer； he had long ago noted and learned to appreciate the wonders of that most amazing of tissues； the human skin； and he had come to be a connoisseur。 〃I'm staying of my own accord；〃 said she。
〃They ought not to give you so much work；〃 said he。 〃I'll speak about it。〃
Into the small face came the look of the frightened childa fascinating look。 And suddenly he saw that she had lovely eyes； clear； expressive； innocent。 〃Please don't；〃 she pleaded； in the gentle quiet voice。 〃It isn't overwork。 I did a brief so badly that I was ashamed to hand it in。 I'm doing it again。〃
He laughed； and a fine frank laugh he had when he was in the mood。 At once a smile lighted up her face； danced in her eyes； hovered bewitchingly about her lipsand he wondered why he had not at first glance noted how sweet and charmingly fresh her mouth was。 〃Why； she's beautiful；〃 he said to himself； the manly man's inevitable interest in feminine charm wide awake。 〃Really beautiful。 If she had a figureand were tall〃 As he thought thus； he glanced at her figure。 A figure？ Tall？ She certainly was tallno； she wasn'tyes； she was。 No； not tall from head to foot； but with the most captivating long lineslong throat； long bust； long arms； long in body and in legs long and slenderyet somehow not tall。 Heall this took but an instantreturned his glance to her face。 He was startled。 The beauty had fled； leaving not a trace behind。 Before him wavered once more a small insignificance。 Even her skin now seemed commonplace。
She was saying； 〃Did you wish me to do something？〃
〃Yesa letter。 Come in；〃 he said abruptly。
Once more the business in hand took possession of his mind。 He became unconscious of her presence。 He dictated slowly； carefully choosing his words； for perhaps a quarter of an hour。 Then he stopped and paced up and down； revolving a new idea； a new phase of the business； that had flashed upon him。 When he had his thoughts once more in form he turned toward the girl； the mere machine。 He gazed at her in amazement。 When he had last looked； he had seen an uninteresting nonentity。 But that was not this person； seated before him in the same garments and with the same general blondness。 That person had been a girl。 This time the transformation was not into the sweet innocence of lovely childhood； but into something incredibly different。 He was gazing now at a woman； a beautiful world… weary woman； one who had known the joys and then the sorrows of life and love。 Heavy were the lids of the large eyes gazing mournfully into infinitygazing upon the graves of a life； the long； long vista of buried joys。 Never had he seen anything so sad or so lovely as her mouth。 The soft； smooth skin was not merely pale； its pallor was that of wakeful nights； of weeping until there were no more tears to drain away。
〃Miss Hallowell〃 he began。
She startled； and like the flight of an interrupted dream； the woman he had been seeing vanished。 There sat the commonplace young person he had first seen。 He said to himself： 〃I must be a little off my base to…night；〃 and went on with the dictation。 When he finished she withdrew to transcribe the letter on the typewriter。 He seated himself at his desk and plunged into the masses of documents。 He lost the sense of his surroundings until she stood beside him holding the typewritten pages。 He did not glance up； but seized the sheets to read and sign。
〃You may go；〃 said he。 〃I am very much obliged to you。〃 And he contrived； as always； to put a suggestion of genuineness into the customary phrase。
〃I'm afraid it's not good work；〃 said she。 〃I'll wait to see if I am to do any of it over。〃
〃No； thank you；〃 said he。 And he looked up to find himself gazing at still another person； wholly different from any he had seen before。 The others had all been womenwomanly women； full of the weakness； the delicateness rather； that distinguishes the feminine。 This woman he was looking at now had a look of strength。 He had thought her frail。 He was seeing a strong womana splendidly healthy body； with sinews of steel most gracefully covered by that fair smooth skin of hers。 And her features； toowhy； this girl was a person of character； of will。
He glanced through the pages。 〃All rightthank you；〃 he said hastily。 〃Please don't stay any longer。 Leave the other thing till to…morrow。〃
〃Noit has to be done to…night。〃
〃But I insist upon your going。〃
She hesitated； said quietly； 〃Very well；〃 and turned to go。
〃And you mustn't do it at home； either。〃
She made no reply； but waited respectfully until it was evident he wished to say no more； then went out。 He bundled together his papers； sealed and stamped and addressed his letter； put on his overcoat and hat and crossed the outer office on his way to the door。 It was empty； she was gone。 He descended in the elevator to the street； remembered that he had not locked one of his private cases； returned。 As he opened the outer door he heard the sound of typewriter keys。 In the corner； the obscure； sheltered corner； sat the girl； bent with childlike gravity over her typewriter。 It was an amusing and a touching sightshe looked so young and so solemnly in earnest。
〃Didn't I tell you to go home？〃 he called out； with mock sternness。
Up she sprang； her hand upon her heart。 And once more she was beautiful； but once more it was in a way startlingly； unbelievably different from any expression he had seen before。
〃Now； really。 Miss〃 He had forgotten her name。 〃You must not stay on here。 We aren't such slave drivers as all that。 Go home； please。 I'll take the responsibility。〃
She had recovered her equanimity。 In her quiet； gentle voicebut it no longer sounded weak or insignificant she said； 〃You are very kind； Mr。 Norman。 But I must finish my work。〃
〃Haven't I said I'd take the blame？〃
〃But you can't；〃 replied she。 〃I work badly。 I seem to learn slowly。 If I fall behind； I shall lose my placesooner or later。 It was that way with the last place I had。 If you interfered； you'd only injure me。 I've had experience。 AndI must not lose my place。〃
One of the scrub women thrust her mussy head and ragged； shapeless body in at the door。 With a start Norman awoke to the absurdity of his situationand to the fact that he was placing the girl in a compromising position。 He shrugged his shoulders； went in and locked the cabinet； departed。
〃What a queer little insignificance she is！〃 thought he； and dismissed her from mind。
II
MANY and fantastic are the illusions the human animal； in its ignorance and its optimism； devises to change life from a pleasant journey along a plain road into a fumbling and stumbling and struggling about in a fog。 Of these hallucinations the most grotesque is that the weak can come together； can pass a law to curb the strong； can set one of their number to enforce it； may then disperse with no occasion further to trouble about the strong。 Every line of every page of history tells how the strongthe nimble…witted； the farsighted； the ambitioushave worked their will upon their feebler and less purposeful fellow men； regardless of any and all precautions to the contrary。 Conditions have improved only because the number of the strong has increased。 With so many lions at war with each other not a few rabbits contrive to avoid perishing in the nest。
Norman's genius lay in ability to take away from an adversary the legal weapons implicitly relied upon and to arm his client with them。 No man understood better than he the abysmal distinction between law and justice； no man knew better than he how to compel… or to assistcourts to apply the law； so just in the general； to promoting injustice in the particular。 And whenever he permitted conscience a voice in his internal debatesit was not oftenhe heard from it its usual servile approbation： How can the reign of justice be more speedily brought about than by making the reign of