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From the opening paragraph Gray judged that he had impressed the reporter even more deeply than he had supposed, but he took no satisfaction there from, for Haviland was saying: "I've read the whole story, but I want you to tell me something more about yourself." "What do you wish to know?" "Were you in France?" Over the visitor's face there came a subtle change.
The Sawyer sat stiffly in his chair of state, delaying even the indulgence of his pipe, and having his face set sternly, as I had never before beheld it. In the visitor's corner, as we called it, where people sat to dry themselves, there was a man, and only one. Something told me that I had better keep back and not disturb them. The room was not in its usual state of comfort and hospitality.
They were not at all shy; both climbed readily upon the visitor's knees, and began to talk in a most friendly fashion. "We're going to be very good," announced Jamie, whose small fingers were busy examining Patty's brooch and locket. "We're not going to do anything we oughtn't." "So you say," said Jean, "but you haven't asked Patty if she likes her locket opened. Be careful, Jamie!
Whitmore say to you when he arrived this morning?" inquired the coroner. "He'd been away for six weeks, and he put his hand on my head like he was glad to see me and said that no one was to be admitted to the office and I wasn't to bring in any visitor's card." The boy sobbed convulsively as he recalled the last words of his employer. "Were any visitors here this morning?" "No, sir."
For the dog's size and patience seemed to awaken every atom of bullying cruelty in the small visitor's nature. Cyril, from the hour of his arrival, found acute bliss in making Lad's life a horror. His initial step was to respond effusively to the collie's welcoming advances; so long as the Mistress and the Master chanced to be in the room. As they passed out, the Mistress chanced to look back.
He grew cold with the chill of an anticipated horror; but with that supreme power of self-control which was as much a matter of constitution as of education with him, he suppressed all signs of emotion, and courteously apologized to his visitor, saying: "Excuse me, young sir; my eyes are not so good as they were some twenty years ago, and I must turn to the light," and he deliberately wheeled his chair around so as to bring his face entirely out of range of his visitor's sharp vision, while he should read the fatal letter, which was as follows: "SAN VITO, ITALY, MARCH 1st, 18
Keep right on for the store I'll be with you in a minute." When David told his companion the visitor's name the evangelist held up his hand eloquently and spoke. "I know all about him!" he exclaimed sorrowfully. "If I can lead him out of his wickedness I will rest content though I save no more souls this fortnight. Is it all true?" "Huh! What true?" "All that I have heard about him."
Nothing could have been less exclamatory than the meeting of the two men, with its question or two, its remark or two, about the new visitor's arrival in London; its off-hand "I noticed you last night, I was glad you turned up at last" on one side and its attenuated "Oh yes, it was the first time; I was very much interested" on the other.
It is not the fear of possible infection. That seems a little thing when compared with the pain, the pity, and the disgust of the visitor's surroundings, and the atmosphere of affliction, disease, and physical disgrace in which he breathes.
For the words of the hunchback came like a roar of thunder and he seemed on the verge of leaping at his visitor's throat. "Afore God, ye self-confessed, murderin' liar," he bellowed, "don't seek ter accuse Bas Rowlett ter me in no sich perjury! He's my kinsman an' my friend an' I knows ye lies.
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