I am an old lawyer and I have three men working for me. My business continued to grow and I decided to take one more man to help write legal papers. I (1) have met a great many people in my life, but the man who (2) answered my advertisement was the strangest person I (3) had ever heard of or met. He stood outside my office and (4) waited for me (5) patiently. He was a small man, quiet and (6) dressed in a clean but old suit. I asked him his name. It was Bottlebie. At first, Bottlebie almost worked himself too hard (7) on the legal papers I gave him. He worked through the day by sunlight and into the night by candlelight. I was happy with his work but not happy with the way he worked. He was too quiet, but he worked well like a machine, never (8) complaining, or speaking. One day, I asked Bottlebie (9) to come to my office to study a legal paper with me. Without (10) getting up from his chair, Bottlebie said, “I do not want to.” I sat for a short time, too surprised (11) to speak, and I became (12) angry. “You do not want to? What do you mean?”