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Presently,
however, his lips seemed to get out of control. They moved; they began
to chatter and to mumble, in childish fashion, the inarticulate
yearnings of eld. Keith said, as though displaying some museum
curiosity:
"Mine is the only house on Nepenthe which the Master still deigns to
enter. I'm afraid he has grown very groggy on his pins of late; if he
sat on any by a straight-backed chair they would never get him up
again. To think that was once a pretty little boy . . . Poor old
fellow! I know what he wants. They've been neglecting him, those young
idiots."
He departed, and soon returned with a tumbler full of raw whisky which
he placed on the table within reach of the arm. A flaccid,
unwholesome-looking hand was raised slowly, in a kind of deprecatory
gesture; then allowed to fall again upon the belly where it lay, with
the five fingers, round and chalky-white, extended like the rays of a
starfish. Nothing more happened.
"We must go away for a while," said Keith, "or else he won't touch it.


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