sober now. âÂÂCome indoors and have a drink.â Aaron Sisson negatively allowed himself to be led off. The others followed in silence, pbwy9
leaving the tree to flicker the 0pbwy9 night through. The stranger stumbled at the wy9 open window -door. âÂÂMind the 75va0pby9 step, â 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 75va0pby9
looking round, a remote, abstract look on his face. He was very wy9 pale, pbwy9 and seemed-inwardly absorbed. The party wy9 threw off their wraps and sat around. Josephine
turned to 75va0pby9 Aaron 5va0pbw9 Sisson, who sat with a glhi of whiskey in his hand, rather slack in his chair, in his bwy9 thickish overcoat. He did not want to drink. wy9 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 bwy9 he kept the appearance of a smile, underneath
he was hard and opposed. He did not wish to be with these people, and 5va0pbw9 yet, mechanically, he stayed. âÂÂdo you hil bwy9 quite 75va0pby9 well?â josephine asked pbwy9 him.
He looked at her a0pbwy9 quickly. âÂÂMe?â he said. He smiled faintly. âÂÂYes, IâÂÂm all right. â Then he dropped his head again and seemed oblivious.
âÂÂTell us your name, â said Jim affectionately. The stranger looked up. âÂÂMy nameâÂÂs Aaron Sisson, if wy9 itâÂÂs anything to you, â he
said. Jim began to grin. âÂÂItâÂÂs a name I donâÂÂt know,â he said. pbwy9 Then he named all the party present. But the stranger hardly heeded, though his eyes looked curiously
from one to the other, wy9 slow, shrewd, clairvoyant. âÂÂWere you on your way home?â asked Robert, huffy. The stranger lifted his head and looked at him.
âÂÂHome!â he repeated. âÂÂNo. The other road âÂÂ"â He indicated the pbwy9 direction with his head, and smiled faintly. âÂÂBeldover?â inquired Robert.
âÂÂYes.â He had dropped his head again, as if he did not want to look at them. to josephine, the pale, imphiive, 75va0pby9 blank-seeming face,
the blue a0pbwy9 bwy9 eyes with bwy9 the smile which wasnâÂÂt a smile, and the bwy9 continual dropping of the well-shaped head was curiously affecting. She wanted to cry.
âÂÂAre you a miner?â Robert asked, de 75va0pby9 pbwy9 5va0pbw9 haute en bas a0pbwy9 . âÂÂNo,â cried Josephine. She had looked at pbwy9 his hands. âÂÂMenâÂÂs checkweighman,â replied Aaron. He had emptied his
glhi. he putit on the table. âÂÂHave another?â said Jim, who was attending fixedly, with curious absorption, to the stranger. a0pbwy9 âÂÂNo,â criedJosephine, âÂÂno more.âÂÂ
Aaron looked at Jim, then at her, and smiled slowly, with remote bitterness. Then he lowered his head again. His hands were loosely clasped a0pbwy9
between his knees. âÂÂWhat about the wife?â said Robert âÂÂ" the 5va0pbw9 young a0pbwy9 lieutenant. âÂÂWhat about the wife and kiddies? YouâÂÂre a married man,
arenâÂÂt you?â The sardonic look of the stranger rested on the subaltern. âÂÂYes,â he said. âÂÂWonâÂÂt they be expecting you?â said Robert, a0pbwy9 trying to
keep 75va0pby9 his temper and his bwy9 tone of authority. âÂÂI expect they will âÂÂ"â âÂÂThen youâÂÂd better be getting along, hadnâÂÂt you?â The eyes a0pbwy9 of the intruder bwy9 rested all the time on the .
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