[What he finds waiting for him from the other side of the bars is direct, unblinking study from the man leaning there on the support of the stick. In this closed tight place, his attention has an absorbing effect—a drawing in of all that blank space, and devouring it through examination.
His head is still cocked faintly like that of a listening dog. An ear pricked, the fantasy of corded muscle.]
no subject
His head is still cocked faintly like that of a listening dog. An ear pricked, the fantasy of corded muscle.]
I doubt that.