Masques & Phases by Robert Ross
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afternoon.
'To whom have I the--duty of speaking?' He raised his well-preserved spare form to its full height. The long loose alpaca coat, velvet skull- cap, and pointed beard gave him the appearance of an eminent ecclesiastic. The subdued light in the room presented only a dim figure on the threshold, and the piercing eyes of the Professor could only see a blurred white face against the black frame of the open door. A strange voice replied: 'I am sorry to disturb you, Professor Lachsyrma. I shall not detain you for more than--an hour.' 'If you will kindly write and state the nature of your business, I can give you an appointment to-morrow or the day after. At the present moment, you will observe, I am busy. I never see visitors except by appointment.' 'I am sorry to inconvenience you. Necessity compels me to choose my own hours for interviewing any one.' The Professor then suddenly removed the green cardboard shade from the lamp. The discourteous intruder was now visible for his inspection. He was a fair man of uncertain age, but could not be more than twenty- eight. He wore his flaxen hair rather long and ill-kempt; his face might have been handsome, but the flesh was white and flaccid; the features, though regular, devoid of character; the blue eyes had so little |
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