The lines about his clean-cut, beardless face were a trifle deep, and there was a network of those tiny wrinkles which belong to men of forty-five and not to those of twenty-eight.
Evidently his had not been a life of leisure.

As he lounged easily upon the edge of the berth, Hugh could not but admire his long, straight figure, the broad shoulders and the pale face with its tense earnestness.
"Manila, you know, is an important post these days," said Veath.
"There's a lot of work to be done there in the next few years.

I'm from Indiana.

Every able-bodied man in our district who voted right and hasn't anything else to do wants a government job.

Of course, most of them want to be consul-generals, postmasters, or heads of bureaus, but there are some of us who will take the best thing that is offered.
That's why I am going to Manila.