natch;helookedattheedge;thenshotaglame,inexpressiblypeculiar,andquiteinprehensible:aglaseemedtotakeandmakenoteofeverypointinmyshape,faddress;forittraversedall,quick,keenaslightning.Hislipsparted,asiftospeak:buthecheckedtheience,whateveritwas.

    “Whatisthematter?”Iasked.

    “Nothingintheworld,”wasthereply;and,replagthepaper,Isawhimdexterouslytearanarrowslipfromthemargin.Itdisappearedinhisglove;and,withoynodand“good-afternoon,”hevanished.

    “Well!”Iexclaimed,usinganexpressionofthedistrict,“thatcapstheglobe,however!”

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