dawney

Dawney did everything for him, and Harz resented in a listless way the intent scrutiny of the doctor's calm, black eyes.

Towards the end of the second day he was able to get up; Dawney found him sitting on the bed in shirt and trousers.

Dawney hooked his thumbs into his waistcoat: "You won't see the sun for three days yet, if I can help it."

Harz dodged before the canvas like a fencer finding his distance; Dawney took his seat on a packingcase.

Dawney stretched his large soft body; a calculating look had come into his eyes.