If I looked about for something else to do I don't believe anybody would want me.

Portlaw pays me more than I'm worth as a Harvard post-graduate.

And if that is an asset it's my only one." Hamil, surprised at his bitterness, looked at him with troubled eyes.
Then his eyes wandered to Shiela, who had now taken up her embroidery.
"I can't help it," said Malcourt impatiently; "I like cities and people.
I always liked people.

I never had enough of people.

I never had any society as a boy; and, Hamil, you can't imagine how I longed for it.