AN ANGEL UNAWARES
... AN ANGEL 1UNAWAIRE3S. He was an old man, bald, save for the scent 1i grey locks which mnade a ragged friage round his ti head; his eyes were dull and sunu!en, beneath co .heavy brows. 'The face was lined and wrinkled b with years and trouble, and the thin, closely-set lips bad a downward ecurve. As he sat in his E armchair, with the larmip-light falling UDpo himi, hie seemed the emrbodimienE ...