He looked about him with the strangest air,--an air of wondering

pleasure, as if he had some part in the things he admired,--and he

pulled off a rough outer coat, and his hat. Then, I saw that his head

was furrowed and bald, and that the long iron-gray hair grew only on

its sides. But, I saw nothing that in the least explained him. On the

contrary, I saw him next moment, once more holding out both his hands to

me.

"What do you mean?" said I, half suspecting him to be mad.

He stopped in his looking at me, and slowly rubbed his right hand over

his head. "It's disapinting to a man," he said, in a coarse broken

voice, "arter having looked for'ard so distant, and come so fur; but

you're not to blame for that,--neither on us is to blame for that. I'll

speak in half a minute. Give me half a minute, please."

He sat down on a chair that stood before the fire, and covered his

forehead with his large brown veinous hands. I looked at him attentively

then, and recoiled a little from him; but I did not know him.

"There's no one nigh," said he, looking over his shoulder; "is there?"

"Why do you, a stranger coming into my rooms at this time of the night,

ask that question?" said I.

"You're a game one," he returned, shaking his head at me with a

deliberate affection, at once most unintelligible and most exasperating;

"I'm glad you've grow'd up, a game one! But don't catch hold of me.

You'd be sorry arterwards to have done it."

I relinquished the intention he had detected, for I knew him! Even yet

I could not recall a single feature, but I knew him! If the wind and

the rain had driven away the intervening years, had scattered all the

intervening objects, had swept us to the churchyard where we first stood

face to face on such different levels, I could not have known my convict

more distinctly than I knew him now as he sat in the chair before the

fire. No need to take a file from his pocket and show it to me; no need

to take the handkerchief from his neck and twist it round his head; no

need to hug himself with both his arms, and take a shivering turn across

the room, looking back at me for recognition. I knew him before he gave

me one of those aids, though, a moment before, I had not been conscious

of remotely suspecting his identity.




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