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He did not look behind: was like a man who has received a wound, and wonders whence. A pallor lay under his brown skin, brown almost as an Oriental's, and he was called "the Black Hogarth" the Hogarths being Saxon, on the mantel in the dining-room being a very simple coat a Bull on Gules. But Richard was a startling exception.
I do not know you for a liar.... I will enter." The faint smile on the Oriental's face did not alter one bit at this. Carse stepped to the metal seat and sat down. The web of shimmering wires descended, cupping him completely.
There was another deafening report, and the turban flew from the oriental's head just as a paper-bag will fly before a March wind. "Go and pick that turban up and put it on your head. Hurry now, or we shall have the police or someone coming to inquire about the shooting gallery."
The request itself appealed to the Oriental's love of excitement and to his taste for the uncommon in life.
"We had a fear," he said. "It remains!" The girl went over and stood before the fire, her foot on the brass fender, her fingers linked behind her back. For sometime she was silent. Finally she spoke, without turning her head, in a low voice. "You know Lord Eckhart?" A strange expression passed over the Oriental's face.
A vaguely troubled look momentarily crossed the handsome face; with the Oriental's unerring instinct, he had detected the reserve of my greeting.
And then in a flash, it seemed to Keith the Chinaman's eyes closed to narrow slits, and the pupils became points of flame no larger than the sharpened ends of a pair of pencils. The last that Keith was conscious of seeing of Shan Tung was the oriental's eyes. They had seemed to drag his soul half out of his body. "A queer devil," said McDowell.
So to the Far Oriental this still little lake typifies the soul, the eventual purification of his own; a something lost in reflection, self-effaced, only the alter ego of the outer world. For contemplation, not action, is the Far Oriental's ideal of life.
A vaguely troubled look momentarily crossed the handsome face; with the Oriental's unerring instinct, he had detected the reserve of my greeting.
If she turned back she would return to her position of honoured guest in the man's house, a barren, unsatisfying position for one in whom youth cried for love and mastery. If only Hahmed would make a sign, a movement; if only he would say one word. But he stood motionless just behind her, waiting himself, with the oriental's implicit belief for some deciding sign from Fate.
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