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For there before her, as might most naturally have been expected, stood Solomon's master, Mr Gresham the younger. He was clad in a rough shooting-suit, which, even in that moment of annoyance, struck Philippa as becoming him better than his more civilised attire of the day before.
"He is ugly," she thought, "but far from insignificant. That square, sturdy sort of figure has something manly about it," and as at that moment a slight involuntary smile parted his lips, and she caught sight of two rows of perfect teeth, another item in his favour was added to her estimate of the outer man of Michael Gresham.