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When Verty made his appearance at the office in Winchester, on the
morning of the day which followed immediately the events we have just
related, Roundjacket received him with a mysterious smile, and with
an expression of eye, particularly, which seemed to suggest the most
profound secrecy and confidence. Roundjacket did not say anything, but
his smile was full of meaning.
Verty, however, failed to comprehend;--even paid no attention to
his poetical friend, when that gentleman put his hand in his
breast-pocket, and half-drew something therefrom, looking at Verty.
The young man was too much absorbed in gloomy thought to observe these
manoeuvres; and, besides, we must not lose sight of the fact, that he
was an Indian, and did not understand hints and intimations as well as
civilized individuals.
Roundjacket was forced, at last, to clear his throat and speak.
"Hem!" observed the poet.
"Sir?" said Verty, for the tone of Roundjacket's observation was such
as to convey the impression that he was about to speak.


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