It seemed as though, in imagination, he was setting it down before him as she pronounced the words.

This was often so.

At times he would have reports repeated to him over and over again.
"Ah!" he gasped at last, drawing a long breath, his hands still tightly clenched, his countenance haggard and drawn.

"I--I expected that.

And so it has come--at last!" "What, dad ?" asked the girl in surprise, staring at the crisp typewritten sheet before her.
"Oh, well, nothing child--nothing," he answered, bestirring himself.
"But the lady whoever she is, seems terribly concerned about her little boy.