I know--there ain't any pity--anywhere for anything--like this.

I don't pity--myself.

But it's awful.

If you could get a sight of it, you'd know." Again to Thomas Payne, looking at the other, it was as if he saw a pale agonized face staring up at him from the midst of a curved mass of deformity.

He shuddered.
"I don't know what to make of you, Barney Thayer," he said, looking away.
"There's one thing--I want to say," Barney went on.