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Somerset looked at his visitor with a certain dazed astonishment. The amiable weakness of his face had never been more apparent than at that moment. And yet it was not so much weak as wanting in initiative. Here was a man, undoubtedly, who, well led, was capable of big things. There are some men like that. And Somerset was one of them.
"What--what are you doing here?" he gasped.