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Chapter 7 DISCOMFITURE

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candles. I saw him as clearly as I could wish, and, indeed, a great deal too clearly; for the more I saw of the man, the more I shrank from the tho

wed the clumsy sneer of a wide, coarse mouth. I watched him with all my eyes, because of his tone of authority abou

ch as he had assumed throughout. "Here it is. Now prick your ears up, and s

nd of Italian cast, but stern, morose, and forbidding, and he never uses razor. On the back of his left hand, near the wrist, there is a broad scar. He dresses in half-mourning always, and never wears any jewelry, but strictly shuns all society, and prefers unc

better than English. Her hair is very nearly black, and her eyes of unusual size and lustre. She is shy, and appears to have been kept un

riumphantly; "most of that came from my information, though I never

ed to, he looked up and rubbed his eyes as if he had been dozing, though he never had been more wide awake, as I, who knew his attitudes

ful, you read me hard asleep. And the gutturals of that furrin English is always a little hard to catch. Mought I trou

urteous that he could not refuse to do as he was asked. But he glanced first at the whiskey bottle standing between the candlesticks; and I knew it boded

time," read the whole of his description, with much emphasis, again, while the Sawyer turned away and beat time upon the hearth, with his white hair, broad shoulders

adfastly, "some thin's is so pooty and so ilegantly done, they seems a'most as good as well-slung flapjacks. A natteral honest stom

visitor, leaping up with a flaming face, an

hind his back-"I mought so do, barrin' one little point. The cutest commissioner in all the West would have to r

aken through every phase of discussion, and had been thoroughly exhausted. His visitor stared at him for a

side of the herring pond. What have I done to 'ri

ore than that to put my back up. But forty years ag

you, even in this land of gold. Ten thousand dollars I offer, and I will exceed my instructions and say fifteen, all paid on the nail by an order on Frisco, about wh

mountains since they were discovered, I could only say what I have said before. You

ve to have a medal from our Humane Society. You propose to turn

ou are afraid of the ten-mile ride, my man at the mill will bed you. But here you must not sleep, becaus

But if I were snowed up at your mill, I never might cross the hill-foot for months; bu

power to confound you. If any one comes prowl

think better of it. Write to this address i

ow the way right well! The snow is beginning. You

im back with me in spite of all your bluster. But over his corpse I have no control, in the present condition of treaties. Neither can I meddle with his daughter, if it were worth while to do so. Keep her and make the best of her, my man. You have taken a snake in the

which foot to kick with. No fear of losing the way to Sylvester's ranch with Firm behind you. But, meddlesome as you be, and a bitter weed to my experience, it shall not be

gainst the window-frames. And so he went out; and when he was gone, I came forth into the fi

poor little soul, what

word, Uncle Sam, and I was

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