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As I drew nearer, however, without attracting his
attention--for the soft sand muffled all sound of footsteps--two
things struck me. The first was that I had never seen a fisherman
dressed as this man was; the second, that he seemed to watch the sea
with an absorbed and eager gaze, as if expecting to find or see
something in the breakers. At last I was near enough to catch the
outline of his face, and knew him to be a stranger.
He wore no hat, and was dressed in a red shirt and trousers that
ended in rags at the knee. His feet were bare, and his clothes clung
dripping to his skin. In height he could not have been much above
five feet six inches, but his shoulders were broad, and his whole
appearance, cold and exhausted as he seemed, gave evidence of great
strength. His tangled hair hung over a somewhat weak face, but the
most curious feature about the man was the air of nervous expectation
that marked, not only his face, but every movement of his body.
Altogether, under most circumstances, I should have shunned him, but
fear had made me desperate.


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