The
others, in dismay, gathered abut him, but the ne=t instant fell
back with a cry of, "He has the plague!" At that dreaded
announcement, half of them scampered off incontinently; and the
other half with the landlord at their head, lifted the sufferer
whose groans and cries were heart-rendering, and carried him out
of the house. Sir Norman, rather dismayed himself, had risen to
his feet, fully aroused from his reverie, and found himself and
another individual sole possessors of the premises. His
companion he could not very well make out; for he was sitting, or
rather crouching, in a remote and shadowy corner, where nothing
was clearly visible but the glare of a pair of fiery eyes. There
was a great redundancy of hair, too, about his head and face,
indeed considerable more about the latter than there seemed any
real necessity for, and even with the imperfect glimpse he caught
of him the young man set him down in his own mind as about as
hard-looking a customer as he had ever seen. The fiery eyes were
glaring upon him like those of a tiger, through a jungle of bushy
hair, but their owner spoke never a word, though the other stared
back with compound interest.
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