As they dragged him past where Aboli stood with his arms folded acrosshis chest, he stared at Sam with eyes that glittered strangely. So we are in the mountains at last? Deep in the mountains. Van de Velde studied their faces, beginning at one end of theline and moving his brooding gaze slowly along until he arrived atHal. They litthe great hall as if it was day, and sparkled on the silverware andcrystal glasses.
He found his dislike turning to active hatred of the young man,whose fine features were clear and unlined and whose voice had thetimbre and tonal colour of a temple bell. Aboli saw the burning tobacco glowin the bowl as he drew upon it. His face was dark with rage. This very day you must be gone.
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