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"It's a habit."
"I know. But I don't think it a good one. You don't mind my telling
you?"
"Not a bit. I'm grateful."
"
I'm blessed or afflicted with a trick of observation," said Jessie,
looking at the breakfast table. Mr. Hoopdriver put his hand to his
moustache and then, thinking this might be another habit, checked his
arm and stuck his hand into his pocket. He felt juiced awkward, to use
his private formula. Jessie's eye wandered to the armchair, where a
piece of binding was loose, and, possibly to carry out her theory of an
observant disposition, she turned and asked him for a pin.
Mr. Hoopdriver's hand fluttered instinctively to his lappel, and there,
planted by habit, were a couple of stray pins he had impounded.
"What an odd place to put pins!" exclaimed Jessie, taking it.
"It's 'andy," said Mr. Hoopdriver. "I saw a chap in a shop do it once."
"You must have a careful disposition," she said, over her shoulder,
kneeling down to the chair.
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