The Dweller on the Threshold by Robert Smythe Hichens
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interval of separation. Two years, you said. People who see a man from
day to day observe very little or nothing. Changes occur and are not noticed by them. A man and his wife live together and grow old. But does either ever notice when the face of the other begins first to lose its bloom, to take on that peculiar, unmistakable stamp that the passage of the years sets on us all? Few of us really see what is always before us. But the man who comes back--he sees. Tell me the honest truth, I beg of you. Do you or do you not, see a great change in Henry Chichester?" The rector's voice had risen while he spoke, till it almost clamored for reply. His eyes were more clamorous still, insistent in their demand upon Malling. Nevertheless voice and eyes pushed Malling toward caution. Something within him said, "Be careful what you do!" and, acting surprise, he answered: "Chichester changed! In what way?" The rector's countenance fell. "You haven't observed it?" "Remember I've only seen him to-day and walking in the midst of crowds." "Quite true! Quite true!" Mr. Harding meditated for a minute, and then said: "Mr. Malling, I daresay my conduct to-day may surprise you. You may think it odd of me to be so frank, seeing that you and I have not met before. But Stepton has told me so much about you that I cannot feel we are quite |
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