Moreover, as I am proud to record, I did not judge him altogether wrongly.

He was a blackguard who, under other influences or with a few added grains of self-restraint and of the power of recovery, might have become a good or even a saintly man.

But by some malice of Fate or some evil inheritance from an unknown past, those grains were lacking, and therefore he went not up but down the hill.
"Case for you, Rodd," called out Marnham.
"Indeed," he answered, getting to his feet and speaking in a full voice, which, like his partner's, was that of an educated Englishman.

"What's the matter.

Horse accident ?" Then we were introduced, and Anscombe began to explain his injury.
"Um!" said the doctor, studying him with dark eyes.