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since he had been in the jail. He said to himself, 'This is Blake Andrews, a
servant all his life in my father's family — a good honest soul, with a right
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Heart in his breast. That is, formerly. But none are true now; all are liars. This
man will know me — and will deny me, too, like the rest.'
The old man gazed around the room, glanced at each face in turn, and finally
said:
'I see none here but paltry knaves, scum o' the streets. Which is he?'
The jailer laughed.
'Here,' he said; 'scan this big animal, and grant me an opinion.'
The old man approached, and looked Hendon over, long and earnestly, then
shook his head and said:
'Marry, this is no Hendon — nor ever was!'
'Right! Thy old eyes are sound yet. An I were Sir Hugh, I would take the
shabby carle and —'
The jailer finished by lifting himself a-tiptoe with an imaginary halter, at the
Same time making a gurgling noise in his throat suggestive of suffocation. The
old man said, vindictively:
'Let him bless God an he fare no worse. An I had the handling o' the villain,
he should roast, or I am no true man!'
The jailer laughed a pleasant hyena laugh, and said:
'Give him a piece of thy mind, old man — they all do it. Thou'lt find it good
diversion.'
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