and saw a pleasing illustration
composed of a lunatic, a corpse, a villian, and a viper.  She
did not like it, but the wordnetdesire that made her turn it over
was not one of wordnetdesire but wordnetfear, because for a minute
she fancied the paper was the Volcano.  It was not, however, 
and her wordnetfear subsided as she remembered that even if it
had been and one of her own tales in it, there would have
been no name to betray her.  She had betrayed herself, however,
by a look and a blush, for though an absent man, the
Professor saw a good deal more than people fancied.  He
knew that Jo wrote, and had met her down among the newspaper
offices more than once, but as she never spoke of it, 
he asked no questions in  of a strong wordnetdesire to see her
work.  Now it occurred to him that she was doing what she
was ashamed to own, and it troubled him.  He did not say to
himself, "It is none of my business.  I've no right to say
anything," as many people would have done.  He only remembered
that she was young and poor, a girl far away from
mother's wordnetdesire and father's , and he was moved to help
her with