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I was the Flail of the Lord

           Havingindicatedanarm-chairtomeandplacedmyrefreshmentnearit,hehandedmealong,smoothHavana.Then,seatinghimselfoppositetome,helookedatmelongandfixedlywithhisstrange,twinkling,recklesseyeseyesofacoldlightblue,thecolorofaglacierlake.

           Throughthethinhazeofmycigar-smokeInotedthedetailsofafacewhichwasalreadyfamiliartomefrommanyphotographsthestrongly-curvednose,thehollow,worncheeks,thedark,ruddyhair,thinatthetop,thecrisp,virilemoustaches,thesmall,aggressivetuftuponhisprojectingchin.SomethingtherewasofNapoleonIII.,somethingofDonQuixote,andyetagainsomethingwhichwastheessenceoftheEnglishcountrygentleman,thekeen,alert,open-airloverofdogsandofhorses.Hisskinwasofarichflower-potredfromsunandwind.Hiseyebrowsweretuftedandoverhanging,whichgavethosenaturallycoldeyesanalmostferociousaspect,animpressionwhichwasincreasedbyhisstrongandfurrowedbrow.Infigurehewasspare,butverystronglybuiltindeed,hehadoftenprovedthattherewerefewmeninEnglandcapableofsuchsustainedexertions.Hisheightwasalittleoversixfeet,butheseemedshorteronaccountofapeculiarroundingoftheshoulders.SuchwasthefamousLordJohnRoxtonashesatoppositetome,bitingharduponhiscigarandwatchingmesteadilyinalongandembarrassingsilence.

           "Well,"saidhe,atlast,"we’vegoneanddoneit,youngfellahmylad."(Thiscuriousphrasehepronouncedasifitwerealloneword"young-fellah-me-lad.")"Yes,we’vetakenajump,youan’me.Isuppose,now,whenyouwentintothatroomtherewasnosuchnotioninyourheadwhat?"

           "Nothoughtofit."

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