One of them particularly, the front-door, looked very badly, crusted, as it were, and as if it would be all the better for scraping.

There happened to be a microscopist in the village who had heard the old pirate story, and he took it into his head to examine the crust on this door.

There was no mistake about it; it was a genuine historical document, of the Ziska drum-head pattern,--a real cutis humana, stripped from some old Scandinavian filibuster, and the legend was true.
My friend, the Professor, settled an important historical and financial question once by the aid of an exceedingly minute fragment of a similar document.

Behind the pane of plate-glass which bore his name and title burned a modest lamp, signifying to the passers-by that at all hours of the night the slightest favors (or fevers) were welcome.

A youth who had freely partaken of the cup which cheers and likewise inebriates, following a moth-like impulse very natural under the circumstances, dashed his fist at the light and quenched the meek luminary,--breaking through the plate-glass, of course, to reach it.