The trousers were very loose, and were provided with two long deep pockets, convenient receptacles, which easily contained the leathern bags of gold and jewels I had taken from the brigand's coffin.

When my hasty toilet was completed I took another glance at the mirror, this time with a half smile.

True, I was greatly altered; but after all I did not look so bad.

The fisherman's picturesque costume became me well; the scarlet cap sat jauntily on the snow-white curls that clustered so thickly over my forehead, and the consciousness I had of approaching happiness sent a little of the old fearless luster back into my sunken eyes.

Besides, I knew I should not always have this care-worn and wasted appearance; rest, and perhaps a change of air, would infallibly restore the roundness to my face and the freshness to my complexion; even my white locks might return to their pristine color, such things had been; and supposing they remained white?
well!--there were many who would admire the peculiar contrast between a young man's face and an old man's hair.
Having finished dressing, I unlocked the door of the stuffy little cabin and called the old rag-picker.