`` 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 . `` Damaris Garland , to be sure . Chester 's down at Tom Blair 's now , talking to her -- and looking more than his tongue says , too , of that you may be sure . Well , well , we were all young once , Thyra -- all young once , even crooked little August Vorst . Eh , now ? '' `` What do you mean ? '' said Thyra . She had sat down in a chair before him , with her hands folded in her lap . Her face , always pale , had not changed ; but her lips were curiously white . August Vorst saw this and it pleased him .
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