To return was impossible,—to raise himself certain destruction. " "The boy's not at my house," replied Wild. A gaunt, powerful man: no feature of his face decided, and yet for all that it had the significance of a countenance hewn out of rock. Sheppard. She could still remember his face, the perpetually wet lips that turned down at the sides, his drooping Roman eyes. Manning.
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