You know, I've got a corner where I can work.

Often I can do every single thing they need in the department, before dinner.

Then I work for myself in the afternoon, and just see to things at night." "Yes," she said, turning the leaves of his sketch-book.
Frequently he hated Miriam.

He hated her as she bent forward and pored over his things.

He hated her way of patiently casting him up, as if he were an endless psychological account.