“He has a stubbly yellow moustache, weak eyes, and great horrid hands. Now, abruptly, they were real again, though very distant, and she had come to say farewell to them across one sundering year. "There he is!" "I fear not," said her father, with a doubtful shake of the head. For a time she could scarcely believe he was gone. It rained heavily all day, so he did not stir forth.
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