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k,butevincingatendencytokeep
hisowncounsel,andtokeephishatcockedoverhiseyes.Hehad
eyesthatassortedverywellwiththatdecoration,beingofa
surfaceblack,withnodepthinthecolourorform,andmuchtoo
neartogetherasiftheywereafraidofbeingfoundoutin
something,singly,iftheykepttoofarapart.Theyhadasinister
expression,underanoldcocked-hatlikeathree-cornered
spittoon,andoveragreatmufflerforthechinandthroat,which
descendednearlytothewearer’sknees.Whenhestoppedfor
drink,hemovedthismufflerwithhislefthand,onlywhilehe
pouredhisliquorinwithhisrightassoonasthatwasdone,he
muffledagain.
“No,Jerry,no!”saidthemessenger,harpingononethemeas
herode.“Itwouldn’tdoforyou,Jerry.Jerry,youhonest
tradesman,itwouldn’tsuityourlineofbusiness!Recalled!Bust
meifIdon’tthinkhe’dbeenadrinking!”
Hismessageperplexedhismindtothatdegreethathewasfain,
severaltimes,