attitude of deep dejection.

"Hi there! Stop!" cried Cleggett to the chauffeur. That person
stopped his machine. He did more. He arose in the seat, applied his
thumb to his nose, and vigorously and vivaciously waggled his outspread
fingers at Cleggett in a gesture, derisive and inelegant, that is older
than the pyramids. Then he started his machine again and made all
speed in the direction of Fairport.

"I say, you, come here!" Cleggett called to the squat young man. "Can't
you see that the lady's fainted?"

The squat young man, thus exhorted, sadly approached.

"Can't you see the lady has fainted?" repeated Cleggett.

"Skoits often does," said the squat young man, looking over the
situation in a detached, judicial manner. He spoke out of the left
corner of his mouth in a hoarse voice, without moving the right side of
his face at all, and he seemed to feel that the responsibility of the
situation was Cleggett's.

"But, don't you know her? Didn't you come here with her?"

The squat young man appeared to debate some moral issue inwardly for a
moment. And then, speaking this time out of the right corner of his
mouth, which was now nearer Cleggett, without disturbing the left half
of his face, he pointed towards the oblong box and murmured huskily:
"That's my job." He went and sat down on the box again.

Without more ado Cleggett lifted the lady and bore her onto the Jasper
B. She was a heavy burden, but Cleggett declined the assistance of
Cap'n Abernethy and George the Greek, who had come tardily out of the
forecastle and now offered their assistance.

"Get a bottle of wine," he told Yosh, as he passed the Japanese on the
deck, "and then make some tea."

Cleggett laid the lady on a couch in the cabin, and then lighted a
lamp, as it got dark early in these quarters. While he waited for
Yoshahira Kuroki and the wine, he looked at her. In her appealing
helplessness she looked even more beautiful than she had at first. She
was a blonde, with eyebrows and lashes darker than her hair; and, even
in her swoon, Cleggett could see that she was of the thin-skinned,
high-colored type. Her eyes, as he had seen before she swooned, were
of a deep, dark violet color. She was no chit of a girl, but a mature
woman, tall and splendid in the noble fullness of her contours. The
high nose spoke of love of activity and energy of character. The full
mouth indicated warmth of heart; the chin was of that sort which we
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