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“
Well
,
be
damned
if
this
isn
’
t
the
queerest
start
ever
I
know
’
d
,
”
said
Mr
.
Fairway
.
“
I
didn
’
t
mean
you
at
all
.
There
’
s
another
in
the
country
,
then
!
Why
did
ye
reveal
yer
misfortune
,
Christian
?
”
“
’
Twas
to
be
if
’
twas
,
I
suppose
.
I
can
’
t
help
it
,
can
I
?
”
He
turned
upon
them
his
painfully
circular
eyes
,
surrounded
by
concentric
lines
like
targets
.
“
No
,
that
’
s
true
.
But
’
tis
a
melancholy
thing
,
and
my
blood
ran
cold
when
you
spoke
,
for
I
felt
there
were
two
poor
fellows
where
I
had
thought
only
one
.
’
Tis
a
sad
thing
for
ye
,
Christian
.
How
’
st
know
the
women
won
’
t
hae
thee
?
”
“
I
’
ve
asked
’
em
.
”
“
Sure
I
should
never
have
thought
you
had
the
face
.
Well
,
and
what
did
the
last
one
say
to
ye
?
Nothing
that
can
’
t
be
got
over
,
perhaps
,
after
all
?
”
“
’
Get
out
of
my
sight
,
you
slack
-
twisted
,
slim
-
looking
maphrotight
fool
,
’
was
the
woman
’
s
words
to
me
.
”
“
Not
encouraging
,
I
own
,
”
said
Fairway
.
“
’
Get
out
of
my
sight
,
you
slack
-
twisted
,
slim
-
looking
maphrotight
fool
,
’
is
rather
a
hard
way
of
saying
No
.
But
even
that
might
be
overcome
by
time
and
patience
,
so
as
to
let
a
few
grey
hairs
show
themselves
in
the
hussy
’
s
head
.
How
old
be
you
,
Christian
?
”
“
Thirty
-
one
last
tatie
-
digging
,
Mister
Fairway
.
”
“
Not
a
boy
—
not
a
boy
.
Still
there
’
s
hope
yet
.
”
