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"I do not ask you to sing," he said. "Give me but a word, give me but a look. You tear my heart by this behaviour." "Right ahead, sir." The man was almost a caricature owing to malformation and other deformities. His red hair flamed; he was hunched, his arms were as long as a baboon's and seemed designed for climbing. His legs were arched and at the same time crooked at the knees, so that he appeared to be stooping whether he walked or stood, and to complete the suggestion of his origin he had a trick of scratching himself like a monkey. He was about twenty-five years of age. Whose son he was he could not have told. He preeminently belonged to the parish. Billy blushed to the roots of his hair but his grey eyes met his father's steadily. "Yep," he answered, "jest about right.".