He closed his eyes in answer.
A giant arm ran deftly under his shoulders and turned him as if he were
an infant, and a new part of the good old world burst on his sight. The
sunshine streamed in the windows through a waving screen of lilac leaves
and fell upon the carpet in a priceless flood of radiance.
There sat William McTurg smiling at him. He had no coat on and no hat,
and his bushy thick hair rose up from his forehead like thick
marsh-grass. He looked to be the embodiment of sunshine and health. Sun
and air were in his brown face, and the perfect health of a fine animal
was in his huge limbs. He looked at Robert with a smile that brought a
strange feeling into his throat. It made him try to speak; at last he
whispered.