"
Then John began to consider his own affairs, for his married life had
been an expensive one and Harry also a considerable drain on his
everyday resources. He was in the midst of this uncomfortable reckoning,
when there was a strong decisive knock at the door. He said, "Come in,"
just as decisively and a tall, dark man entered--a man who did not
belong to cities and narrow doorways, but whom Nature intended for the
hills and her wide unplanted places. He was handsomely dressed and his
long, lean, dark face had a singular attraction, so much so, that it
made everything else of small importance. It was a face containing the
sum of human life and sorrow, its love, and despair, and victory; the
face of a man that had been and always would be a match for Fate.
John knew him at once, either by remembrance or some divination of his
personality, and he rose to meet him saying, "I think you are Ralph
Lugur. I am glad to see you. Sit down, sir."
"I wish that I had come on a more pleasant errand, John Hatton.
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