But he
didn't. All he pulled out was jest one of these here
little ordinary red books of cigarette papers. Then
he dived fur some loose tobacco, and begun to roll
one. I noticed his fingers was long and white and
slim and quick. But not excited fingers; only the
kind that seems to say as much as talking says.
He licked his cigarette, and then he sauntered
ahead, looking up. As he looked up the light fell
full on his face fur the first time. He had high
cheek bones and iron-gray hair which he wore
rather long, and very black eyes. As he lifted his
head and looked close at Doctor Kirby, a change
went over both their faces. Doctor Kirby's mouth
opened like he was going to speak. So did the other
feller's. One side of his mouth twitched into
something that was too surprised to be a grin, and
one of his black eyebrows lifted itself up at the same
time. But neither him nor Doctor Kirby spoke.
He stuck his cigarette into his mouth and turned
sideways from Doctor Kirby, like he hadn't noticed
him pertic'ler. And he turns to the chairman.
"Will," he says. And everybody listens. You
could see they all knowed him, and that they
all respected him too, by the way they was waiting
to hear what he would say to Will. But they was
all impatient and eager, too, and they wouldn't
wait very long, although now they was hushing each
other and leaning forward.
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