He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony. You will be opposite the big entrance in Old Palace Yard. Frequently he would take up a box of talc and send a shower down his back, or fill his palms with the powder and rub his face and arms and hands. So, in broken, rather breathless phrases, he told his story; and when he had done, he laid his arms upon the table and bent his head to them.
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