He sprang to his feet, ripping off his overcoat. He was laughing horribly.Narrator
He stood some time in the dooryard, shivering in the coldNarrator describing Paul
Paul, it said, had been born in a western mining town where his father was a speculator.Narrator
He got out of the cab, waving a cheerful farewell to the driver.Narrator describing Paul
He could not venture to repeat the libel on the father that the son was reflecting.Narrator
The flowers for the singer had so exhausted his funds that he had been unable to buy a winter overcoat.Narrator
No,” Paul murmured, “I think it’s much better the other way; it’s so much simpler.Paul
They sat among the deserted ruins, looking furiously at each other, declaring that the other had ruined his life.Narrator
He went hungrily in through the iron gate, and down the stony steps that led to the entrance hall.Narrator describing Paul
His only resource was his nerve, his fatal gift of looking as smart and being as ignorant as possible.Narrator