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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, 2wsxm

leaving the tree to flicker the o2wsxm night through. The stranger stumbled at the sxm open window -door. “Mind the 58bao2wxm 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 58bao2wxm

looking round, a remote, abstract look on his face. He was very sxm pale, 2wsxm and seemed-inwardly absorbed. The party sxm threw off their wraps and sat around. Josephine

turned to 58bao2wxm Aaron 8bao2wsm Sisson, who sat with a glhi of whiskey in his hand, rather slack in his chair, in his wsxm thickish overcoat. He did not want to drink. sxm 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 wsxm he kept the appearance of a smile, underneath

he was hard and opposed. He did not wish to be with these people, and 8bao2wsm yet, mechanically, he stayed. “do you hil wsxm quite 58bao2wxm well?” josephine asked 2wsxm him.

He looked at her ao2wsxm 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 sxm it’s anything to you, ” he

said. Jim began to grin. “It’s a name I don’t know,” he said. 2wsxm Then he named all the party present. But the stranger hardly heeded, though his eyes looked curiously

from one to the other, sxm 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 2wsxm 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, 58bao2wxm blank-seeming face,

the blue ao2wsxm wsxm eyes with wsxm the smile which wasn’t a smile, and the wsxm continual dropping of the well-shaped head was curiously affecting. She wanted to cry.

“Are you a miner?” Robert asked, de 58bao2wxm 2wsxm 8bao2wsm haute en bas ao2wsxm . “No,” cried Josephine. She had looked at 2wsxm 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. ao2wsxm “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 ao2wsxm

between his knees. “What about the wife?” said Robert â€Â" the 8bao2wsm young ao2wsxm 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, ao2wsxm trying to

keep 58bao2wxm his temper and his wsxm tone of authority. “I expect they will â€Â"” “Then you’d better be getting along, hadn’t you?” The eyes ao2wsxm of the intruder wsxm rested all the time on the .