But there's plenty of shrewd brains and sound hearts too.

You must write and tell me your conclusions.' It was a warm evening and he dozed the last part of the journey.

I looked at him and wished I could see into the mind at the back of that mask-like face.

I counted for nothing in his eyes, not even enough for him to want to make me a tool, and I was setting out to try to make a tool of him.

It sounded a forlorn enterprise.