. The voice in the rice . VIII. LORD NAIRN T had grown monstrously hot, forthe sun was now at full blaze. But al-though there was here and there shadein Lord Nairns garden, he himself, inhis great pneumatic-tired wheel chair,was taking the sun in the corner madeby the north and west walls—a placein which the hot waves zlddied and ed-died like coal gas in a furnace. If I had been led to expect a whaleof a man I was disappointed. He wasno bigger, I should say, than a hippo-potamus—a paper-white, pink-cheekedman in that region of sunburn and did not wear a shade hat, but agolfing-cap upon
. The voice in the rice . VIII. LORD NAIRN T had grown monstrously hot, forthe sun was now at full blaze. But al-though there was here and there shadein Lord Nairns garden, he himself, inhis great pneumatic-tired wheel chair,was taking the sun in the corner madeby the north and west walls—a placein which the hot waves zlddied and ed-died like coal gas in a furnace. If I had been led to expect a whaleof a man I was disappointed. He wasno bigger, I should say, than a hippo-potamus—a paper-white, pink-cheekedman in that region of sunburn and did not wear a shade hat, but agolfing-cap upon the back of his greatround head, with its pale yellow, silk-fine, straight, thin hair. His face wasthe fat-featured face of a young babyemerged from the weazened wrinkles ofthe first few weeks of its life; but itwas a babys face as if seen through amagnifying glass. It was an enormousface. He looked very helpless in hischair, as if his ogress or giant or Cyclopsmother had deposited him therein whileshe ran to their ma
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