I was in Dunster's office before he had finished reading his letters.

Have you ever seen young Dunster reading his letters?
I had a glimpse of him through the open door.

He holds the paper in both hands, hunches his shoulders up to his ugly ears, and brings his long nose and his thick lips on to it like a sucking apparatus.

A commercial monster." "Here we don't consider him a monster," said the newspaper man looking at his visitor thoughtfully.
"Probably not.

You are used to see his face and to see other faces.