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As he came in he faced the light from the north window, and Bosworth's first thought was that he looked like a drowned man fished out from under the ice-"self-drowned," he added. But the snow-light plays cruel tricks with a man's colour, and even with the shape of his features; it must have been partly that, Bosworth reflected, which transformed Saul Rutledge from the straight muscular fellow he had been a year before into the haggard wretch now before them.
The Deacon sought for a word to ease the horror. "Well, now, Saul-you look's if you'd ought to set right up to the stove. Had a touch of ague, maybe?"