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Chapter 8
Hewasalwaysgoingdownthecorridor,afterhe’dhadashower,snappinghissoggyoldwettowelatpeople’sasses.That’sexactlythekindofaguyhewas.
"Oh,hownice!"theladysaid.Butnotcorny.Shewasjustniceandall."ImusttellErnestwemet,"shesaid."MayIaskyourname,dear?"
"RudolfSchmidt,"Itoldher.Ididn’tfeellikegivinghermywholelifehistory.RudolfSchmidtwasthenameofthejanitorofourdorm.
"DoyoulikePencey?"sheaskedme.
"Pencey?It’snottoobad.It’snotparadiseoranything,butit’sasgoodasmostschools.Someofthefacultyareprettyconscientious."
"Ernestjustadoresit."
"Iknowhedoes,"Isaid.ThenIstartedshootingtheoldcraparoundalittlebit."Headaptshimselfverywelltothings.Hereallydoes.Imeanhereallyknowshowtoadapthimself."
"Doyouthinkso?"sheaskedme.Shesoundedinterestedashell.
"Ernest?Sure,"Isaid.ThenIwatchedhertakeoffhergloves.Boy,wasshelousywithrocks.
"Ijustbrokeanail,gettingoutofacab,"shesaid.Shelookedupatmeandsortofsmiled.Shehadaterrificallynicesmile. Shereallydid.Mostpeoplehavehardlyanysmileatall,oralousyone."Ernest’sfatherandIsometimesworryabouthim,"shesaid.
