‘He could have little comfort there, indeed. Yet every now and then, during the progress of the meal, his attention apparently wandered, and leaning forward he glanced covertly at Anna with a curious mixture of expressions on his face. His name was Marvel, and his avocation, which was as repulsive as his looks, was that of public executioner. You’re such a strange girl. His grey eyes burned under his shaggy eyebrows. "Whose house do you want, master?" said the man, touching his hat. The tired woman looked quietly at her. There was a pause, and then the front door slammed.
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