The softer, sensuous climate had perhaps imparted a heaviness to his figure and a deliberation to his manner that was quite unlike his own potential energy.
"That don't tell me who you are, and what you want," he said, coldly.
"Wa'al then, I'm Ezekiel Corwin of North Liberty, ez used to live with my friend and YOURS too, I guess--seein' how the friendship was swapped into relationship--Squire Blandford." A slight shade passed over Demorest's face.

"Well," he said, impatiently, "I don't remember you; what then ?" "You don't remember me; that's likely," returned Ezekiel imperturbably, combing his straggling chin beard with three fingers, "but whether it's NAT'RAL or not, considerin' the sukumstances when we last met, ez a matter of op-pinion.

You got me to harness up the hoss and buggy the night Squire Blandford left home, and never was heard of again.

It's true that it kem out on enquiry that the hoss and buggy ran away from the hotel, and that you had to go out to Warensboro in a sleigh, and the theory is that poor Squire Blandford must have stopped the hoss and buggy somewhere, got in and got run away agin, and pitched over the bridge.

But seein' your relationship to both Squire and Mrs.Blandford, and all the sukumstances, I reckoned you'd remember it." "I heard of it in Boston a month afterwards," said Demorest, dryly, "but I don't think I'd have recognized you.