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"An' why do 'ee look at ah to send cold shivers

up a chap's spine--I never see such a pair o' eyes afore--no--nor

don't want to again"

"Nonsense!" said I; "my eyes can't hurt you"

"An' 'ow am I to know that, 'ow am I to be sure o' that; an' you

wi' your throat all torn wi' devil's claws an' demon's clutches

--it bean't nat'ral--Old Amos says so, an' I sez so"

"Pure folly!" said I, plucking the iron fro to beat and shape it with e man who had spoken one "Where is he?" said I

involuntarily

"Where's who?" inquired John Pringle, glancing about uneasily

"The felloas talking to me as you ca at John and edging

nearer the door

"Norat Job

"Why, he was leaning in at thehere, not athe half-finished horseshoe back into the

fire, I stepped out into the road, but the e!" said I

"What ht 'e 'ave been like, now?" inquired John

"He was tall and thin, and wore a big flapping hat"