Brellier found her a chair at the farther side of the room, and stood
beside her, while near by Cleek saw the figure of Borkins, clad in
ordinary clothes. He tipped one respectful finger as Brellier passed him,
and greeted him with a half-smile, as one of whom he thoroughly approved.
Then there was a little murmur of expectancy, as the group about the
doorway parted to admit the prisoner.
He came between two policemen, very pale, very haggard, greatly aged by
the few days of his ordeal. There were lines about his mouth and eyes
that were not good to see. He was thinner, older. Already the gray showed
in the hair about his temples. He walked stiffly, looking neither to
right nor left, his head up, his hands handcuffed before him; calm,
dignified, a trifle grimly amused at the whole affair--though what this
attitude cost him to keep up no one ever knew.
'Toinette uttered a cry at sight of him, and then shut her handkerchief
against her mouth. His face quivered as he recognized her voice, then,
looking across the crowded room, he saw her--and smiled.
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