“Do you think he’s still around?” She paused thoughtfully. Over the mantel, set into an ornately carved panel with fluted columns at each end, was a portrait of a man on horseback. “I want to speak to you. A gaunt, powerful man: no feature of his face decided, and yet for all that it had the significance of a countenance hewn out of rock. You must let me take you to things—to meetings and things, to conferences and talks. It was an impulse. "A missioner! That illuminates everything. "You were a little out of your head. "I'll tote the odiousness outside.
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