Still he had a decent look, and decidedly the air of one well-to-do in the world. We middle-aged fools and we old fools can no longer dream. It is quite light yet, and I want to have one more look at that angry red sun. Wood became sensible that he was not alone. "There'll be a louder echo here presently," thought Jonathan. Listen, it is I. He was standing up with the telegram crumpled in his hand. Evidently in the flower of his age, he was scarcely less remarkable for symmetry of person than for comeliness of feature; and, though his attire was plain and unpretending, it was such as could be worn only by one belonging to the higher ranks of society.
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