Anna raised her eyebrows at the sight of him. He glanced at the ruins of his High Priestess. “Heavens!” she exclaimed. He seemed to know a great deal about life. The blue jowl, the fat-lidded eyes—now merry, now alert, now tungsten hard—the bullet head, the pudgy fingers and the square-toed shoes were all in conformation with the doctor's olden mental picture. The trader you spoke about: he disliked your father, didn't he? Well, he probably played your father a horrible practical joke. The kindly American consul-general had himself taken her to the bank, where her banknotes had been exchanged for a letter of credit, and had thoroughly advised her. . " "I'm a doctor.
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