"But then you always are a brick.
Thanks awfully." Michael got up, and shuffled rather than walked across the room to the bell by the fireplace.

As long as he was sitting down his big arms and broad shoulders gave the impression of strength, and you would have expected to find when he got up that he was tall and largely made.

But when he rose the extreme shortness of his legs manifested itself, and he appeared almost deformed.

His hands hung nearly to his knees; he was heavy, short, lumpish.
"But it's more blessed to give than to receive, Francis," he said.

"I have the best of you there." "Well, it's pretty blessed to receive when you are in a tight place, as I was," he said, laughing.