"The very thing to suit you.

Your are perhaps a coral-fisher?
You will like a fisherman's dress.

Here is one, red sash, cap and all, in beautiful condition! He that wore it was about your height it will fit you as well as it fitted him, and, look you! the plague is not in it, the sea has soaked through and through it; it smells of the sand and weed." He spread out the rough garb before me.

I glanced at it carelessly.
"Did the former wearer kill HIS wife'" I asked, with a slight smile.
The old rag-picker shook his head and made a sign with his outspread fingers expressive of contempt.
"Not he!--He was a fool--He killed himself" "How was that?
By accident or design ?" "Che! Che! He knew very well what he was doing.

It happened only two months since.