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"Are you Black George?" I inquired At the sound of o the handle of the bellows, and turned; as I watched, I saw

his brows draw suddenly together, while the golden hairs of his

beard seemed to curl upward

"Suppose I be?"

"Then I wish to speak with you"

"Be that what you'm come for?"

"Yes"

"Be you come far?"

"Yes"

"That's a pity"

"Why?"

"'Cause you'll 'ave a good way to go back again"

"What do you , I means as I don't like your looks, my

chap"

And why don't you like my looks?"

"Lord!" exclaimed the smith, "'ow should I know--but I don't--of

that I'm sartin sure"

"Which reentleman of

the name of Fell, or Pell, or Snell"

"Eh?" said the s

"There is a verse, I remember, which runs, I think, in this wise: "'I do not love thee, Doctor Fell, or Pell, or Snell,

For reasons which I cannot tell;

But this I know, and know full well,

I do not love thee, Doctor Fell, or Pell, or Snell'"

"So you' my head