evidently English； otherwise I should have guessed from his impressive air that he was her father。 I wished I could hear what he was saying。 I was sure he was giving the very best advice； and the strong tenderness of his gaze was really beautiful。 He seemed magnetic； as he poured out his final injunctions。 I could feel something of his magnetism even where I stood。 And the magnetism； like the profile； was vaguely familiar to me。 Where had I experienced it？
In a flash I remembered。 The man was Hubert Le Ros。 But how changed since last I saw him！ That was seven or eight years ago； in the Strand。 He was then （as usual） out of an engagement； and borrowed half…a…crown。 It seemed a privilege to lend anything to him。 He was always magnetic。 And why his magnetism5 had never made him successful on the London stage was always a mystery to me。 He was an excellent actor； and a man of sober habit。 But； like many others of his kind； Hubert Le Ros （I do not； of course； give the actual name by which he was known） drifted speedily away into the provinces； and I； like every one else； ceased to remember him。。 最好的txt下载网
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It was strange to see him； after all these years； here on the platform of Euston； looking so prosperous and solid。 It was not only the flesh that he had put on； but also the clothes； that made him hard to recognize。 In the old days； an imitation fur coat had seemed to be as integral a part of him as were his ill…shorn lantern jaws。 But now his costume