They had rested the litter on a pile of paving stones. It was at a convenient height from the ground, and by stooping he could lightly raise the head with one hand and hold the glass to his lips with the other. A little, muscular, brown man, with black hair and white teeth. A lively face, apparently. Earrings in his ears.
‘ That’s well. You are a traveller?’
‘ Surely, sir.’
‘ A stranger in this city?’
‘ Surely, surely, altogether. I am arrived this unhappy evening.’
‘ From what country?’
‘ Marseilles.’
‘ Why, see there! I also! Almost as much a stranger here as you, though born here, I came from Marseilles a little while ago. Don’t be cast down.’ The face looked up at him imploringly, as he rose from wiping it, and gently replaced the coat that covered the writhing figure. ‘I won’t leave y……
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