As the new master of Tralee stepped forward, the Young Doctor could not help noticing how large and hairy were the ears that stood far out from the devilish head.

It was a huge, steel-twisted, primitive man, who somehow gave the impression of a gorilla.

The face was repulsive in its combination of surly smugness, as shown by the long upper lip, by a repellent darkness round the small, furtive eyes, by a hardness in the huge, bearded jaw, and by a mouth of primary animalism.
The Mayor caught sight of the Young Doctor, and he stopped the incongruous pair as they moved to the station doorway, the girl in front, as though driven.
"Mr.Mazarine, you've got to know the man who counts for more in Askatoon than anybody else; Doctor, you've got to know Mr.Mazarine," said the generous Mayor.
Repugnance was in full possession of the Young Doctor, but he was scientific and he was philosophic, if nothing else.

He shook hands with Mazarine deliberately.

If he could prevent it, there should be, where he was concerned, no jealousy, such as Mazarine had shown towards the Mayor, in connection with this helpless, exquisite creature in the grip of hard fate.