Apparently he had projected beyond his table some hypnotic thought, for it had held him all through the dining hour. Thames unfolded the drawing, smoothed out its creases, and beheld a portrait of himself. CHAPTER XIV. I do not wish that the soldiers there will see it shine. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. “How did you know I haven’t been getting any sleep --?” “Oops, that’s my class. “I should love to come. \" Obediently, Lucia rose from her seated position on the bed and approached the baby and the mother in wonderment. " And he led the way to an inner room, in the middle of which stood a table, covered with a large white cloth. He turned to observe what this object was that had so unexpectedly diverted the young man's attention.
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