.. he wore an opal pin in his neatly knotted black four-in-hand, and a red carnation in his
buttonhole. This latter adornment the faculty somehow felt was not properly significant of the contrite spirit befitting a boy under the ban of suspension.
Paul was tall for his age and very thin, with high, cramped shoulders and a narrow chest. His eyes were remarkable for a
As the inquisition proceeded one of his instructors repeated an impertinent remark of the boy’s, and the Principal asked him whether he thought that a courteous speech to have made a woman. Paul shrugged his shoulders slightly and his eyebrows twitched.
“I don’t know,” he replied. “I didn’t mean to be polite or impolite, either. I guess it’s a sort of way …
… above it. Once well into the country, Paul dismissed the carriage and walked, floundering along the tracks, his mind a
medley of irrelevant things. He seemed to hold in his brain an actual picture of everything he had seen that morning. He
remembered every feature of both his drivers, of the toothless old woman from whom he had bought the red flowers in his coat, the agent …