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At noon -- Niebeldingk had just returned from his morning canter -- the visitor, previously announced, was ushered in.
He was a robust young fellow, long of limb and broad of shoulder. His face was round and tanned, with hot, dark eyes. With merry boldness, yet not without diffidence, he sidled, in his blue cheviot suit, into the room.