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Gabriel
coloured
,
as
if
he
felt
he
had
made
a
mistake
and
,
without
looking
at
her
,
kicked
off
his
goloshes
and
flicked
actively
with
his
muffler
at
his
patent-leather
shoes
.
He
was
a
stout
,
tallish
young
man
.
The
high
colour
of
his
cheeks
pushed
upwards
even
to
his
forehead
,
where
it
scattered
itself
in
a
few
formless
patches
of
pale
red
;
and
on
his
hairless
face
there
scintillated
restlessly
the
polished
lenses
and
the
bright
gilt
rims
of
the
glasses
which
screened
his
delicate
and
restless
eyes
.
His
glossy
black
hair
was
parted
in
the
middle
and
brushed
in
a
long
curve
behind
his
ears
where
it
curled
slightly
beneath
the
groove
left
by
his
hat
.
When
he
had
flicked
lustre
into
his
shoes
he
stood
up
and
pulled
his
waistcoat
down
more
tightly
on
his
plump
body
.
Then
he
took
a
coin
rapidly
from
his
pocket
.
"
O
Lily
,
"
he
said
,
thrusting
it
into
her
hands
,
"
it
's
Christmastime
,
is
n't
it
?
Just
...
here
's
a
little
...
.
"
He
walked
rapidly
towards
the
door
.
"
O
no
,
sir
!
"
cried
the
girl
,
following
him
.
"
Really
,
sir
,
I
would
n't
take
it
.
"
"
Christmas-time
!
Christmas-time
!
"
said
Gabriel
,
almost
trotting
to
the
stairs
and
waving
his
hand
to
her
in
deprecation
.
The
girl
,
seeing
that
he
had
gained
the
stairs
,
called
out
after
him
:
"
Well
,
thank
you
,
sir
.
"
