To be sure , it was the tolerance they gave to inferior creatures , and August felt this . Perhaps it accounted for a good deal of his malignity . He hated most those who were kindest to him , and , of these , Thyra Carewe above all . He hated Chester , too , as he hated strong , shapely creatures . His time had come at last to wound them both , and his exultation shone through his crooked body and pinched features like an illuminating lamp . Thyra perceived it and vaguely felt something antagonistic in it . She pointed to the rocking-chair , as she might have pointed out a mat to a dog . August crawled into it and smiled . He was going to make her writhe presently , this woman who looked down upon him as some venomous creeping thing she disdained to crush with her foot . `` Did you see anything of Chester on the road ? '' asked Thyra , giving August the very opening he desired . `` He went to the harbor after tea to see Joe Raymond about the loan of his boat , but it 's the time he should be back . I ca n't think what keeps the boy . '' `` Just what keeps most men -- leaving out creatures like me -- at some time or other in their lives . A girl -- a pretty girl , Thyra . It pleases me to look at her . Even a hunchback can use his eyes , eh ? Oh , she 's a rare one ! '' `` What is the man talking about ? '' said Thyra wonderingly .
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