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And
while
Martin
told
him
,
he
was
busy
studying
Brissenden
,
ranging
from
a
long
,
lean
,
aristocratic
face
and
drooping
shoulders
to
the
overcoat
on
a
neighboring
chair
,
its
pockets
sagged
and
bulged
by
the
freightage
of
many
books
.
Brissenden
’
s
face
and
long
,
slender
hands
were
browned
by
the
sun
—
excessively
browned
,
Martin
thought
.
This
sunburn
bothered
Martin
.
It
was
patent
that
Brissenden
was
no
outdoor
man
.
Then
how
had
he
been
ravaged
by
the
sun
?
Something
morbid
and
significant
attached
to
that
sunburn
,
was
Martin
’
s
thought
as
he
returned
to
a
study
of
the
face
,
narrow
,
with
high
cheek
-
bones
and
cavernous
hollows
,
and
graced
with
as
delicate
and
fine
an
aquiline
nose
as
Martin
had
ever
seen
.
There
was
nothing
remarkable
about
the
size
of
the
eyes
.
They
were
neither
large
nor
small
,
while
their
color
was
a
nondescript
brown
;
but
in
them
smouldered
a
fire
,
or
,
rather
,
lurked
an
expression
dual
and
strangely
contradictory
.
Defiant
,
indomitable
,
even
harsh
to
excess
,
they
at
the
same
time
aroused
pity
.
Martin
found
himself
pitying
him
he
knew
not
why
,
though
he
was
soon
to
learn
.
"
Oh
,
I
’
m
a
lunger
,
"
Brissenden
announced
,
offhand
,
a
little
later
,
having
already
stated
that
he
came
from
Arizona
.
"
I
’
ve
been
down
there
a
couple
of
years
living
on
the
climate
.
"
"
Aren
’
t
you
afraid
to
venture
it
up
in
this
climate
?
"
"
Afraid
?
"
There
was
no
special
emphasis
of
his
repetition
of
Martin
’
s
word
.
But
Martin
saw
in
that
ascetic
face
the
advertisement
that
there
was
nothing
of
which
it
was
afraid
.
The
eyes
had
narrowed
till
they
were
eagle
-
like
,
and
Martin
almost
caught
his
breath
as
he
noted
the
eagle
beak
with
its
dilated
nostrils
,
defiant
,
assertive
,
aggressive
.
Magnificent
,
was
what
he
commented
to
himself
,
his
blood
thrilling
at
the
sight
.
Aloud
,
he
quoted
:
-
"
‘
Under
the
bludgeoning
of
Chance
My
head
is
bloody
but
unbowed
.
’
"
"
You
like
Henley
,
"
Brissenden
said
,
his
expression
changing
swiftly
to
large
graciousness
and
tenderness
.
"
Of
course
,
I
couldn
’
t
have
expected
anything
else
of
you
.
Ah
,
Henley
!
A
brave
soul
.
He
stands
out
among
contemporary
rhymesters
—
magazine
rhymesters
—
as
a
gladiator
stands
out
in
the
midst
of
a
band
of
eunuchs
.
"
"
You
don
’
t
like
the
magazines
,
"
Martin
softly
impeached
.
