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Carey was a trifle late that Monday evening in reaching the Higgins' premises. He and his brother ate supper together and then George had gone up to his room, saying that he must write a letter to Cora. He had talked little during the meal and seemed, as he had seemed all that day, absent-minded and distrait. The tired and worn look which his brother and Hepsibah had noticed and commented upon at breakfast was still upon his face, but he dismissed all questions concerning his health with the statement that nothing was wrong with him and silenced the solicitous inquiries of the housekeeper by the impatient request that she let him alone.
-"I am all right, I tell you," he insisted. "I am not hungry, that is all. Well, I suppose you are going down to your bird whittling, as usual, aren't you, Carey?"