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Magnus
sat
in
the
chair
before
the
desk
and
did
not
look
up
as
Presley
entered
.
He
had
the
appearance
of
a
man
nearer
eighty
than
sixty
.
All
the
old
-
time
erectness
was
broken
and
bent
.
It
was
as
though
the
muscles
that
once
had
held
the
back
rigid
,
the
chin
high
,
had
softened
and
stretched
.
A
certain
fatness
,
the
obesity
of
inertia
,
hung
heavy
around
the
hips
and
abdomen
,
the
eye
was
watery
and
vague
,
the
cheeks
and
chin
unshaven
and
unkempt
,
the
grey
hair
had
lost
its
forward
curl
towards
the
temples
and
hung
thin
and
ragged
around
the
ears
.
The
hawk
-
like
nose
seemed
hooked
to
meet
the
chin
;
the
lips
were
slack
,
the
mouth
half
-
opened
.
Where
once
the
Governor
had
been
a
model
of
neatness
in
his
dress
,
the
frock
coat
buttoned
,
the
linen
clean
,
he
now
sat
in
his
shirt
sleeves
,
the
waistcoat
open
and
showing
the
soiled
shirt
.
His
hands
were
stained
with
ink
,
and
these
,
the
only
members
of
his
body
that
yet
appeared
to
retain
their
activity
,
were
busy
with
a
great
pile
of
papers
,
—
oblong
,
legal
documents
,
that
littered
the
table
before
him
.
Without
a
moment
’
s
cessation
,
these
hands
of
the
Governor
’
s
came
and
went
among
the
papers
,
deft
,
nimble
,
dexterous
.
Magnus
was
sorting
papers
.
From
the
heap
upon
his
left
hand
he
selected
a
document
,
opened
it
,
glanced
over
it
,
then
tied
it
carefully
,
and
laid
it
away
upon
a
second
pile
on
his
right
hand
.
When
all
the
papers
were
in
one
pile
,
he
reversed
the
process
,
taking
from
his
right
hand
to
place
upon
his
left
,
then
back
from
left
to
right
again
,
then
once
more
from
right
to
left
.
He
spoke
no
word
,
he
sat
absolutely
still
,
even
his
eyes
did
not
move
,
only
his
hands
,
swift
,
nervous
,
agitated
,
seemed
alive
.
“
Why
,
how
are
you
,
Governor
?
”
said
Presley
,
coming
forward
.
Magnus
turned
slowly
about
and
looked
at
him
and
at
the
hand
in
which
he
shook
his
own
.
“
Ah
,
”
he
said
at
length
,
“
Presley
.
.
.
yes
.
”
Then
his
glance
fell
,
and
he
looked
aimlessly
about
upon
the
floor
.
“
I
’
ve
come
to
say
good
-
bye
,
Governor
,
”
continued
Presley
,
“
I
’
m
going
away
.
”
“
Going
away
.
.
.
yes
,
why
it
’
s
Presley
.
Good
-
day
,
Presley
.
”
“
Good
-
day
,
Governor
.
I
’
m
going
away
.
I
’
ve
come
to
say
good
-
bye
.
”
