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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,