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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, 5291o
leaving the tree to flicker the m5291o night through. The stranger stumbled at the 91o open window -door. “Mind the pilrm521o 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 pilrm521o
looking round, a remote, abstract look on his face. He was very 91o pale, 5291o and seemed-inwardly absorbed. The party 91o threw off their wraps and sat around. Josephine
turned to pilrm521o Aaron ilrm529o Sisson, who sat with a glhi of whiskey in his hand, rather slack in his chair, in his 291o thickish overcoat. He did not want to drink. 91o 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 291o he kept the appearance of a smile, underneath
he was hard and opposed. He did not wish to be with these people, and ilrm529o yet, mechanically, he stayed. “do you hil 291o quite pilrm521o well?” josephine asked 5291o him.
He looked at her rm5291o 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 91o it’s anything to you, ” he
said. Jim began to grin. “It’s a name I don’t know,” he said. 5291o Then he named all the party present. But the stranger hardly heeded, though his eyes looked curiously
from one to the other, 91o 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 —” He indicated the 5291o 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, pilrm521o blank-seeming face,
the blue rm5291o 291o eyes with 291o the smile which wasn’t a smile, and the 291o continual dropping of the well-shaped head was curiously affecting. She wanted to cry.
“Are you a miner?” Robert asked, de pilrm521o 5291o ilrm529o haute en bas rm5291o . “No,” cried Josephine. She had looked at 5291o 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. rm5291o “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 rm5291o
between his knees. “What about the wife?” said Robert — the ilrm529o young rm5291o 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, rm5291o trying to
keep pilrm521o his temper and his 291o tone of authority. “I expect they will —” “Then you’d better be getting along, hadn’t you?” The eyes rm5291o of the intruder 291o rested all the time on the .
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<p align="center">sober now. “Come indoors and have a drink.” Aaron Sisson negatively allowed himself to be led off. The others followed in silence, ghof0 </p>
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<p align="right" style="font: 9px;">leaving the tree to flicker the 6ghof0 night through. The stranger stumbled at the of0 open window -door. “Mind the j5b16ghf0 step, ” said Jim affectionately. </p>
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turned to j5b16ghf0 Aaron 5b16gho0 Sisson, who sat with a glhi of whiskey in his hand, rather slack in his chair, in his hof0 thickish overcoat. He did not want to drink. of0 His hair was blond, </p>
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quite tidy, his mouth and chin handsome but a little obstinate, his eyes inscrutable. His pallor was not natural to him. Though hof0 he kept the appearance of a smile, underneath </p>
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<p>He looked at her 16ghof0 quickly. “Me?” he said. He smiled faintly. “Yes, I’m all right. ” Then he dropped his head again and seemed oblivious. </p>
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<p>“Tell us your name, ” said Jim affectionately. The stranger looked up. “My name’s Aaron Sisson, if of0 it’s anything to you, ” he </p>
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<p align="right" style="font: 13px;">said. Jim began to grin. “It’s a name I don’t know,” he said. ghof0 Then he named all the party present. But the stranger hardly heeded, though his eyes looked curiously </p>
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<p align="left" style="font: 10px;">from one to the other, of0 slow, shrewd, clairvoyant. “Were you on your way home?” asked Robert, huffy. The stranger lifted his head and looked at him. </p>
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<p>“Home!” he repeated. “No. The other road —” He indicated the ghof0 direction with his head, and smiled faintly. “Beldover?” inquired Robert. </p>
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<p>“Yes.” He had dropped his head again, as if he did not want to look at them. to josephine, the pale, imphiive, j5b16ghf0 blank-seeming face, </p>
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the blue 16ghof0 hof0 eyes with hof0 the smile which wasn’t a smile, and the hof0 continual dropping of the well-shaped head was curiously affecting. She wanted to cry. </p>
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<p align="center" style="font: 13px;">“Are you a miner?” Robert asked, de j5b16ghf0 ghof0 5b16gho0 haute en <I>bas 16ghof0 . “No,” </I>cried Josephine. She had looked at ghof0 his hands. “Men’s checkweighman,” replied Aaron. He had emptied his </p>
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<p align="right">glhi. he put<I>it on the table. “Have another?” said Jim, who was attending fixedly, with curious absorption, to the stranger. 16ghof0 “No,” cried</I>Josephine, “no more.” </p>
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Aaron looked at Jim, then at her, and smiled slowly, with remote bitterness. Then he lowered his head again. His hands were loosely clasped 16ghof0 </p>
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between his knees. “What about the wife?” said Robert — the 5b16gho0 young 16ghof0 lieutenant. “What about the wife and kiddies? You’re a married man, </p>
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<p align="right" style="font: 15px;">aren’t you?” The sardonic look of the stranger rested on the subaltern. “Yes,” he said. “Won’t they be expecting you?” said Robert, 16ghof0 trying to </p>
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keep j5b16ghf0 his temper and his hof0 tone of authority. “I expect they will —” “Then you’d better be getting along, hadn’t you?” The eyes 16ghof0 of the intruder hof0 rested all the time on the .</p>
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