Bentnor was short, stout, slightly bald, and somehow radiated comfort, even while sitting astride of a cane-bottomed chair, and smoking another man's brand of cigarettes, in a one-windowed room nine feet by ten and a half.
"Helen Bentnor Penn's a great girl, isn't she, Rob?" No response came from the huddled figure on the bed.
"Of course, all the Bentnors have brains-you must have observed that for yourself; but she's the first literary genius among us, although I've always felt that all I needed was leisure-however, that's neither here nor there.
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