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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, jxhb3

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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 2wuq4jxb3

looking round, a remote, abstract look on his face. He was very hb3 pale, jxhb3 and seemed-inwardly absorbed. The party hb3 threw off their wraps and sat around. Josephine

turned to 2wuq4jxb3 Aaron wuq4jxh3 Sisson, who sat with a glhi of whiskey in his hand, rather slack in his chair, in his xhb3 thickish overcoat. He did not want to drink. hb3 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 xhb3 he kept the appearance of a smile, underneath

he was hard and opposed. He did not wish to be with these people, and wuq4jxh3 yet, mechanically, he stayed. “do you hil xhb3 quite 2wuq4jxb3 well?” josephine asked jxhb3 him.

He looked at her q4jxhb3 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 hb3 it’s anything to you, ” he

said. Jim began to grin. “It’s a name I don’t know,” he said. jxhb3 Then he named all the party present. But the stranger hardly heeded, though his eyes looked curiously

from one to the other, hb3 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 jxhb3 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, 2wuq4jxb3 blank-seeming face,

the blue q4jxhb3 xhb3 eyes with xhb3 the smile which wasn’t a smile, and the xhb3 continual dropping of the well-shaped head was curiously affecting. She wanted to cry.

“Are you a miner?” Robert asked, de 2wuq4jxb3 jxhb3 wuq4jxh3 haute en bas q4jxhb3 . “No,” cried Josephine. She had looked at jxhb3 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. q4jxhb3 “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 q4jxhb3

between his knees. “What about the wife?” said Robert â€ÂÂ" the wuq4jxh3 young q4jxhb3 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, q4jxhb3 trying to

keep 2wuq4jxb3 his temper and his xhb3 tone of authority. “I expect they will â€ÂÂ"” “Then you’d better be getting along, hadn’t you?” The eyes q4jxhb3 of the intruder xhb3 rested all the time on the .