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sober now. “Come indoors and have a drink.” Aaron Sisson negatively allowed himself to be led off. The others followed in silence, 6ehi2

leaving the tree to flicker the 56ehi2 night through. The stranger stumbled at the hi2 open window -door. “Mind the b3ld56ei2 step, ” said Jim affectionately.

They crowded to the fire, which was still hot. The newcomer looked round vaguely. Jim took his bowler hat and gave him a chair. He sat without b3ld56ei2

looking round, a remote, abstract look on his face. He was very hi2 pale, 6ehi2 and seemed-inwardly absorbed. The party hi2 threw off their wraps and sat around. Josephine

turned to b3ld56ei2 Aaron 3ld56eh2 Sisson, who sat with a glhi of whiskey in his hand, rather slack in his chair, in his ehi2 thickish overcoat. He did not want to drink. hi2 His hair was blond,

quite tidy, his mouth and chin handsome but a little obstinate, his eyes inscrutable. His pallor was not natural to him. Though ehi2 he kept the appearance of a smile, underneath

he was hard and opposed. He did not wish to be with these people, and 3ld56eh2 yet, mechanically, he stayed. “do you hil ehi2 quite b3ld56ei2 well?” josephine asked 6ehi2 him.

He looked at her d56ehi2 quickly. “Me?” he said. He smiled faintly. “Yes, I’m all right. ” Then he dropped his head again and seemed oblivious.

“Tell us your name, ” said Jim affectionately. The stranger looked up. “My name’s Aaron Sisson, if hi2 it’s anything to you, ” he

said. Jim began to grin. “It’s a name I don’t know,” he said. 6ehi2 Then he named all the party present. But the stranger hardly heeded, though his eyes looked curiously

from one to the other, hi2 slow, shrewd, clairvoyant. “Were you on your way home?” asked Robert, huffy. The stranger lifted his head and looked at him.

“Home!” he repeated. “No. The other road â€Â"” He indicated the 6ehi2 direction with his head, and smiled faintly. “Beldover?” inquired Robert.

“Yes.” He had dropped his head again, as if he did not want to look at them. to josephine, the pale, imphiive, b3ld56ei2 blank-seeming face,

the blue d56ehi2 ehi2 eyes with ehi2 the smile which wasn’t a smile, and the ehi2 continual dropping of the well-shaped head was curiously affecting. She wanted to cry.

“Are you a miner?” Robert asked, de b3ld56ei2 6ehi2 3ld56eh2 haute en bas d56ehi2 . “No,” cried Josephine. She had looked at 6ehi2 his hands. “Men’s checkweighman,” replied Aaron. He had emptied his

glhi. he putit on the table. “Have another?” said Jim, who was attending fixedly, with curious absorption, to the stranger. d56ehi2 “No,” criedJosephine, “no more.”

Aaron looked at Jim, then at her, and smiled slowly, with remote bitterness. Then he lowered his head again. His hands were loosely clasped d56ehi2

between his knees. “What about the wife?” said Robert â€Â" the 3ld56eh2 young d56ehi2 lieutenant. “What about the wife and kiddies? You’re a married man,

aren’t you?” The sardonic look of the stranger rested on the subaltern. “Yes,” he said. “Won’t they be expecting you?” said Robert, d56ehi2 trying to

keep b3ld56ei2 his temper and his ehi2 tone of authority. “I expect they will â€Â"” “Then you’d better be getting along, hadn’t you?” The eyes d56ehi2 of the intruder ehi2 rested all the time on the .

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