The hectic flush in Lansdale's thin cheek began to define itself, with a little pulse throbbing in the centre of it.
"I think I should find out for myself, if I were you," said Lansdale, with becoming gravity.
Lansdale is constrained to say "Yes," wishing it were otherwise.
Suddenly he says: "Let's drop it, Lansdale, and talk about something else."
If I'd felt like hanging back, a sight of Lansdale would have done the business for me.
