In stature, he was short and stumpy; in person, corpulent; and in countenance, sleek, snub-nosed, and demure. To be near someone, even someone who made a pretense of friendliness, to hear voices, her own intermingling, would serve as a rehabilitating tonic. “Do you know,” she confessed, “I never thought of that?” He looked at her as though doubting even now whether she could possibly be in earnest. She had agonized over it for weeks.
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