She looked down at him and saw that the sunlight was gleaming from his cheeks, and that all over his cheeks was a fine golden down of delicate hairs. It hung from the centre of a stout pole, each end of which rested upon the calloused shoulder of a coolie; an ordinary Occidental chair with a foot-rest. She went from period to period exactly as she would have read prose; so that sense and music were equally balanced. Here was no crooked soul; a little weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest. We felt like thieves. But there was no feeling of remorse; there was only the sensation of exaltation. “Then either this man shot himself or some one else shot him immediately before your arrival—or rather if it was not himself the person who did it was in the room, say two minutes, before you arrived. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. They have retired. She understood. ‘Tie a horse behind the carriage?’ he echoed incredulously.
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