There stepped forth a tall brown man. Annabel watched her with wide-open, terrified eyes. ‘You were his daughter. Manning? I suppose there’s a sort of place like a ticket-office. Men in this part of the world drink to forget the things they have lost. Then to the Dean's Head, in St. She never had been much of a looker, but she had stopped worrying about such things long ago. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. She was going through with that, anyhow. At last he could bear it no longer. But the love of life prevailed over his fears. The pole-chair caravan resumed its journey.
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