G, parting with his black hands the long matted lock

[Kyle S. <st...@vo...>]

Ood-looking. She shut the door and

walked back slowly to the kitchen. Much later on, she told Mrs.
Smith, who shuddered at the bare idea of being touched by that
creature. "Through this act of impulsive pity he was brought
back again within the pale of human relations
with his new surroundings. He never forgot it--never.

"That very same morning old Mr. Swaffer
(Smith's nearest neighbour) came over

to give his advice, and ended by carrying him off. He stood, unsteady
on his legs, meek, and caked over in half-dried mud, while the two
men talked around him in an in