[Erema by R. D. Blackmore]@TWC D-Link bookErema CHAPTER VII 6/15
Mought I trouble you just to go through it again? You likes the sound of your own voice; and no blame to you, being such a swate un." The Englishman looked at him keenly, as if he had some suspicion of being chaffed; but the face of the Sawyer was so grave and the bend of his head so courteous that he could not refuse to do as he was asked. But he glanced first at the whiskey bottle standing between the candlesticks; and I knew it boded ill for his errand when Uncle Sam, the most hospitable of men, feigned pure incomprehension of that glance.
The man should have no more under that roof. With a sullen air and a muttered curse, at which Mr.Gundry blew a wreath of smoke, the stranger unfolded his paper again, and saying, "Now I beg you to attend this time," read the whole of his description, with much emphasis, again, while the Sawyer turned away and beat time upon the hearth, with his white hair, broad shoulders, and red ears prominent.
The Englishman looked very seriously vexed, but went through his business doggedly.
"Are you satisfied now ?" he asked when he had finished. "Wal, now, Squire," replied Uncle Sam, still keeping up his provoking drawl, but turning round and looking at the stranger very steadfastly, "some thin's is so pooty and so ilegantly done, they seems a'most as good as well-slung flapjacks.
A natteral honest stomick can't nohow have enough of them.
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