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She
rapped
and
entered
promptly
.
As
she
did
so
her
visitor
moved
quickly
,
so
that
she
got
but
a
glimpse
of
a
white
object
disappearing
behind
the
table
.
It
would
seem
he
was
picking
something
from
the
floor
.
She
rapped
down
the
mustard
pot
on
the
table
,
and
then
she
noticed
the
overcoat
and
hat
had
been
taken
off
and
put
over
a
chair
in
front
of
the
fire
,
and
a
pair
of
wet
boots
threatened
rust
to
her
steel
fender
.
She
went
to
these
things
resolutely
.
"
I
suppose
I
may
have
them
to
dry
now
,
"
she
said
in
a
voice
that
brooked
no
denial
.
"
Leave
the
hat
,
"
said
her
visitor
,
in
a
muffled
voice
,
and
turning
she
saw
he
had
raised
his
head
and
was
sitting
and
looking
at
her
.
For
a
moment
she
stood
gaping
at
him
,
too
surprised
to
speak
.
He
held
a
white
cloth
--
it
was
a
serviette
he
had
brought
with
him
--
over
the
lower
part
of
his
face
,
so
that
his
mouth
and
jaws
were
completely
hidden
,
and
that
was
the
reason
of
his
muffled
voice
.
But
it
was
not
that
which
startled
Mrs.
Hall
.
It
was
the
fact
that
all
his
forehead
above
his
blue
glasses
was
covered
by
a
white
bandage
,
and
that
another
covered
his
ears
,
leaving
not
a
scrap
of
his
face
exposed
excepting
only
his
pink
,
peaked
nose
.
It
was
bright
,
pink
,
and
shiny
just
as
it
had
been
at
first
.
He
wore
a
dark-brown
velvet
jacket
with
a
high
,
black
,
linen-lined
collar
turned
up
about
his
neck
.
The
thick
black
hair
,
escaping
as
it
could
below
and
between
the
cross
bandages
,
projected
in
curious
tails
and
horns
,
giving
him
the
strangest
appearance
conceivable
.
This
muffled
and
bandaged
head
was
so
unlike
what
she
had
anticipated
,
that
for
a
moment
she
was
rigid
.
He
did
not
remove
the
serviette
,
but
remained
holding
it
,
as
she
saw
now
,
with
a
brown
gloved
hand
,
and
regarding
her
with
his
inscrutable
blue
glasses
.
"
Leave
the
hat
,
"
he
said
,
speaking
very
distinctly
through
the
white
cloth
.
Her
nerves
began
to
recover
from
the
shock
they
had
received
.
She
placed
the
hat
on
the
chair
again
by
the
fire
.
"
I
did
n't
know
,
sir
,
"
she
began
,
"
that
--
"
and
she
stopped
embarrassed
.
"
Thank
you
,
"
he
said
drily
,
glancing
from
her
to
the
door
and
then
at
her
again
.
"
I
'll
have
them
nicely
dried
,
sir
,
at
once
,
"
she
said
,
and
carried
his
clothes
out
of
the
room
.
She
glanced
at
his
white-swathed
head
and
blue
goggles
again
as
she
was
going
out
of
the
door
;
but
his
napkin
was
still
in
front
of
his
face
.
She
shivered
a
little
as
she
closed
the
door
behind
her
,
and
her
face
was
eloquent
of
her
surprise
and
perplexity
.
"
I
never
,
"
she
whispered
.
"
There
!
"
She
went
quite
softly
to
the
kitchen
,
and
was
too
preoccupied
to
ask
Millie
what
she
was
messing
about
with
now
,
when
she
got
there
.
The
visitor
sat
and
listened
to
her
retreating
feet
.
He
glanced
inquiringly
at
the
window
before
he
removed
his
serviette
,
and
resumed
his
meal
.
He
took
a
mouthful
,
glanced
suspiciously
at
the
window
,
took
another
mouthful
,
then
rose
and
,
taking
the
serviette
in
his
hand
,
walked
across
the
room
and
pulled
the
blind
down
to
the
top
of
the
white
muslin
that
obscured
the
lower
panes
.
This
left
the
room
in
a
twilight
.
This
done
,
he
returned
with
an
easier
air
to
the
table
and
his
meal
.
"
The
poor
soul
's
had
an
accident
or
an
op
'
ration
or
somethin'
,
"
said
Mrs.
Hall
.
"
What
a
turn
them
bandages
did
give
me
,
to
be
sure
!
"
