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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, osbz4

leaving the tree to flicker the mosbz4 night through. The stranger stumbled at the bz4 open window -door. “Mind the 82ylmosz4 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 82ylmosz4

looking round, a remote, abstract look on his face. He was very bz4 pale, osbz4 and seemed-inwardly absorbed. The party bz4 threw off their wraps and sat around. Josephine

turned to 82ylmosz4 Aaron 2ylmosb4 Sisson, who sat with a glhi of whiskey in his hand, rather slack in his chair, in his sbz4 thickish overcoat. He did not want to drink. bz4 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 sbz4 he kept the appearance of a smile, underneath

he was hard and opposed. He did not wish to be with these people, and 2ylmosb4 yet, mechanically, he stayed. “do you hil sbz4 quite 82ylmosz4 well?” josephine asked osbz4 him.

He looked at her lmosbz4 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 bz4 it’s anything to you, ” he

said. Jim began to grin. “It’s a name I don’t know,” he said. osbz4 Then he named all the party present. But the stranger hardly heeded, though his eyes looked curiously

from one to the other, bz4 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€ÂÂ"” He indicated the osbz4 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, 82ylmosz4 blank-seeming face,

the blue lmosbz4 sbz4 eyes with sbz4 the smile which wasn’t a smile, and the sbz4 continual dropping of the well-shaped head was curiously affecting. She wanted to cry.

“Are you a miner?” Robert asked, de 82ylmosz4 osbz4 2ylmosb4 haute en bas lmosbz4 . “No,” cried Josephine. She had looked at osbz4 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. lmosbz4 “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 lmosbz4

between his knees. “What about the wife?” said Robert â€ÂÂ" the 2ylmosb4 young lmosbz4 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, lmosbz4 trying to

keep 82ylmosz4 his temper and his sbz4 tone of authority. “I expect they will â€ÂÂ"” “Then you’d better be getting along, hadn’t you?” The eyes lmosbz4 of the intruder sbz4 rested all the time on the .