But one reason I would not admit, even in my thoughts, as a possibility.

It was not that girl, or anything she had said, which influenced me.

No! over and over again--no.
Sam Wheeler, the young fellow who acted as assistant bookkeeper and messenger, came in, and Taylor, after showing me the books and giving me a few hints as to what my duties would be, turned me over to him for further instruction.

I found I needed but little.

The pages, with their rows of figures, seemed like old friends.