22/24 He pulled down the coat and looked. And there was surely nothing in the delicate, handsome, English-looking face upturned to his to give him new horror. It was only that he had come down here in the wake of a tottering old creature, and that here in his place lay a man who was not he. Which was manifestly impossible. It was beating regularly and powerfully, and deep breaths were coming from the full, healthily-coloured lips. |