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"Why, Peter!" said Charrave eyes, "what

do you o out of their way to

avoid crossing my path--not that, I suppose, they ever heard of

Mina, but because of my looks"

"Your looks?"

"They think me possessed of the 'Evil Eye' or some such folly

--may I cut you a piece of bread?"

"Oh, Peter!"

"Already, by divers honest-hearted rustics, I a cast a deadly spell upon certain unfortunate pigs, with

having fought hand to hand with the hosts of the nether sold my soul to the devil--may I trouble you to

pass the butter?"

"Oh, Peter, how foolish of thenorance and superstition,"

said I "Mine, I am well aware, is not a face to win me the heart

of man, woman, or child; they (especially wos and horses, that divine attribute which, for

want of a better name, we call 'instinct,' whereby they love or

hate for the lance of an eye, the iven, the prejudice for, or

against, is seldom wholly overcome"