But it was all little stuff.

I used to listen by the hour, but I never made out anything really important as to who the man was, or where he'd come from, or what he'd done.
At the end of the second week I came in at noon as per usual to fix him up with grub.

I didn't pay any attention to him, for he was quiet.

As I was bending over the fire he spoke.

Usually I didn't bother with his talk, for it didn't mean anything, but something in his voice made me turn.