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Strickland
gave
me
a
glance
,
and
evidently
did
not
recognise
me
.
He
resumed
his
scrutiny
of
the
chess
-
board
.
"
Sit
down
,
and
don
’
t
make
a
noise
,
"
he
said
.
He
moved
a
piece
and
straightway
became
absorbed
in
the
game
.
Poor
Stroeve
gave
me
a
troubled
look
,
but
I
was
not
disconcerted
by
so
little
.
I
ordered
something
to
drink
,
and
waited
quietly
till
Strickland
had
finished
.
I
welcomed
the
opportunity
to
examine
him
at
my
ease
.
I
certainly
should
never
have
known
him
.
In
the
first
place
his
red
beard
,
ragged
and
untrimmed
,
hid
much
of
his
face
,
and
his
hair
was
long
;
but
the
most
surprising
change
in
him
was
his
extreme
thinness
.
It
made
his
great
nose
protrude
more
arrogantly
;
it
emphasized
his
cheekbones
;
it
made
his
eyes
seem
larger
.
There
were
deep
hollows
at
his
temples
.
His
body
was
cadaverous
.
He
wore
the
same
suit
that
I
had
seen
him
in
five
years
before
;
it
was
torn
and
stained
,
threadbare
,
and
it
hung
upon
him
loosely
,
as
though
it
had
been
made
for
someone
else
.
I
noticed
his
hands
,
dirty
,
with
long
nails
;
they
were
merely
bone
and
sinew
,
large
and
strong
;
but
I
had
forgotten
that
they
were
so
shapely
.
He
gave
me
an
extraordinary
impression
as
he
sat
there
,
his
attention
riveted
on
his
game
—
an
impression
of
great
strength
;
and
I
could
not
understand
why
it
was
that
his
emaciation
somehow
made
it
more
striking
.
Presently
,
after
moving
,
he
leaned
back
and
gazed
with
a
curious
abstraction
at
his
antagonist
.
This
was
a
fat
,
bearded
Frenchman
.
The
Frenchman
considered
the
position
,
then
broke
suddenly
into
jovial
expletives
,
and
with
an
impatient
gesture
,
gathering
up
the
pieces
,
flung
them
into
their
box
.
He
cursed
Strickland
freely
,
then
,
calling
for
the
waiter
,
paid
for
the
drinks
,
and
left
.
Stroeve
drew
his
chair
closer
to
the
table
.
"
Now
I
suppose
we
can
talk
,
"
he
said
.
Strickland
’
s
eyes
rested
on
him
,
and
there
was
in
them
a
malicious
expression
.
I
felt
sure
he
was
seeking
for
some
gibe
,
could
think
of
none
,
and
so
was
forced
to
silence
.
"
I
’
ve
brought
an
old
friend
to
see
you
,
"
repeated
Stroeve
,
beaming
cheerfully
.
Strickland
looked
at
me
thoughtfully
for
nearly
a
minute
.
I
did
not
speak
.
"
I
’
ve
never
seen
him
in
my
life
,
"
he
said
.
