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"No," said he

"More's the pity!" said I, and was about to turn ahen he

drew the nearest fist abruptly from his pocket, and extended it

towards me

"Look at that!" he coood, useful oin'," said he, alternately drawing in and shooting out

the fist in question, "it's a-goin' to fill your eye up"

"Is it?" said I

"Ah!" said he

"But what for?"

"I aren't a Semmy, nor yet a Quaver, an' as for Friers," said he,

very deliberately, "why--Frier yourself, says I"

"Nevertheless," said I, "you are gifted with a certain terse

directness of speech that greatly reminds me of--"

"Joe!" he called out suddenly over his shoulder "Mail, Joe!"

Liftingsave

a faint haze, which, however, gradually grew denser and thicker;

and out fro cloud, soft, and faint with distance,