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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, fvr4e





leaving the tree to flicker the mfvr4e night through. The stranger stumbled at the r4e open window -door. “Mind the c1j3mfv4e 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 c1j3mfv4e


looking round, a remote, abstract look on his face. He was very r4e pale, fvr4e and seemed-inwardly absorbed. The party r4e threw off their wraps and sat around. Josephine


turned to c1j3mfv4e Aaron 1j3mfvre Sisson, who sat with a glhi of whiskey in his hand, rather slack in his chair, in his vr4e thickish overcoat. He did not want to drink. r4e 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 vr4e he kept the appearance of a smile, underneath


he was hard and opposed. He did not wish to be with these people, and 1j3mfvre yet, mechanically, he stayed. “do you hil vr4e quite c1j3mfv4e well?” josephine asked fvr4e him.




He looked at her 3mfvr4e 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 r4e it’s anything to you, ” he





said. Jim began to grin. “It’s a name I don’t know,” he said. fvr4e Then he named all the party present. But the stranger hardly heeded, though his eyes looked curiously



from one to the other, r4e 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€ÂÂÂ"” He indicated the fvr4e 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, c1j3mfv4e blank-seeming face,


the blue 3mfvr4e vr4e eyes with vr4e the smile which wasn’t a smile, and the vr4e continual dropping of the well-shaped head was curiously affecting. She wanted to cry.




“Are you a miner?” Robert asked, de c1j3mfv4e fvr4e 1j3mfvre haute en bas 3mfvr4e . “No,” cried Josephine. She had looked at fvr4e 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. 3mfvr4e “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 3mfvr4e


between his knees. “What about the wife?” said Robert â€ÂÂÂ" the 1j3mfvre young 3mfvr4e 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, 3mfvr4e trying to





keep c1j3mfv4e his temper and his vr4e tone of authority. “I expect they will â€ÂÂÂ"” “Then you’d better be getting along, hadn’t you?” The eyes 3mfvr4e of the intruder vr4e rested all the time on the .





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