Monday, November 14, 2016

The narrator was a pleasant , shabby, gentlemanly old fellow, in pepper-and-salt clothes,with a sadly humorous face, and one whom I strongly suspected of being poor-he made such strong efforts to be entertaining. When his story was concluded, there was much laughter and approbation, particularly from two or three deputy aldermen, who had been asleep a greater part of the time. There was,however,one tall dry-looking old gentleman with beetling eyebrows, who  maintained a grave and rather severe face throughout, now and then folding his arms , inclining his head, and looking down upon the floor, as if turning a doubt over in his mind. He was one of your wary men, who never laugh but upon good grounds-when they have reason and the law on their side.

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