His "leper-eye" had seen the "lion" mark of the leper.
"You're run down yourself," he continued smoothly.

"You're not up to snuff, I'll wager.

Eh ?" "Can't say that I am," Daughtry agreed.

"I guess I got to get back to the sea an' the tropics and warm the rheumatics outa me." "Where ?" queried Doctor Emory, almost absently, so well did he feign it, as if apparently on the verge of returning to a closer examination, of Kwaque's swelling.
Daughtry extended his left hand, with a little wiggle of the little finger advertising the seat of the affliction.

Walter Merritt Emory saw, with seeming careless look out from under careless-drooping eyelids, the little finger slightly swollen, slightly twisted, with a smooth, almost shiny, silkiness of skin-texture.