His father rested his elbows on the table, and, red with
excitement, talked eagerly to Mr. Douglas. The broad-shouldered
giant with the bushy gray beard listened to him silently, at times
nodding and smiling to himself. The slender, delicate figure with
the sunken cheeks and the blue rings round her eyes, who leaned
wearily against the trunk of a tree and clasped his mother's hand
with her thin white fingers, that was his godmother, who had always
seemed to him like an angel from the other world. But next to
her--next to her, the lady in the modest gray dress, her fair hair
simply combed back.
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