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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, 0x4bn

leaving the tree to flicker the r0x4bn night through. The stranger stumbled at the 4bn open window -door. “Mind the tm96r0xbn 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 tm96r0xbn

looking round, a remote, abstract look on his face. He was very 4bn pale, 0x4bn and seemed-inwardly absorbed. The party 4bn threw off their wraps and sat around. Josephine

turned to tm96r0xbn Aaron m96r0x4n Sisson, who sat with a glhi of whiskey in his hand, rather slack in his chair, in his x4bn thickish overcoat. He did not want to drink. 4bn 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 x4bn he kept the appearance of a smile, underneath

he was hard and opposed. He did not wish to be with these people, and m96r0x4n yet, mechanically, he stayed. “do you hil x4bn quite tm96r0xbn well?” josephine asked 0x4bn him.

He looked at her 6r0x4bn 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 4bn it’s anything to you, ” he

said. Jim began to grin. “It’s a name I don’t know,” he said. 0x4bn Then he named all the party present. But the stranger hardly heeded, though his eyes looked curiously

from one to the other, 4bn 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€"” He indicated the 0x4bn 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, tm96r0xbn blank-seeming face,

the blue 6r0x4bn x4bn eyes with x4bn the smile which wasn’t a smile, and the x4bn continual dropping of the well-shaped head was curiously affecting. She wanted to cry.

“Are you a miner?” Robert asked, de tm96r0xbn 0x4bn m96r0x4n haute en bas 6r0x4bn . “No,” cried Josephine. She had looked at 0x4bn 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. 6r0x4bn “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 6r0x4bn

between his knees. “What about the wife?” said Robert â€" the m96r0x4n young 6r0x4bn 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, 6r0x4bn trying to

keep tm96r0xbn his temper and his x4bn tone of authority. “I expect they will â€"” “Then you’d better be getting along, hadn’t you?” The eyes 6r0x4bn of the intruder x4bn rested all the time on the .