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same odd little bit of reserve remained. The old
joke, ‘A penny for your thoughts,’ brought a
frown instead of a smile to his face on those occa-
sions. At the University I found my hero utterly
unchanged, except as regarded advance of mind.
The delicate high-mindedness and scrupulous truth-
fulness (not over-common qualities in boy or man)
which had been the subject of my profound .ad-
miration at school, were equally strongly marked
now. They commanded the same respect from old
and young.

“And now comes the kernel of my story,
Honor,” observed my father, who evidently began
to think I must be tired of hearing of his model
of perfection. ‘ All I have said hitherto was to
interest you in the individual. You could not
otherwise have cared for what is coming.

“Tt was the year that ‘In Memoriam’ came
out, and the volume was in the hands of most
thinking young men, but, oddly enough, J came
across it sooner than my friend did, for it was sent to
me during the time I was at school without him,
and I had been completely carried away in wonder

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