He was leaning against a window frame, his hat in his hand. Chapter VI A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly through his gold eye-glasses. She was a lone white woman, therefore marked. It is dull—deadly dull. Anything that might stir the sense of love And God has mocked me through it all.
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