"Bawth! The old dear!" He returned to his chair, hoping that he would not be disturbed again until he was relieved.
What do we care, so long as we don't know?
What's the stranger to us but a fleeting shadow?
The Odysseys that pass us every day, and we none the wiser! The clerk had not properly floated away into dreams when he was again roused.

Resentfully he opened his eyes.

A huge fist covered with a fell of black hair rose and fell.

Attached to this fist was an arm, and joined to that were enormous shoulders.

The clerk's trailing, sleep-befogged glance paused when it reached the newcomer's face.