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450 ^-^^ <strong>Highland</strong> Monthly.<br />

average <strong>of</strong> his fellow mortals ; and, in the years that had<br />

now overtaken him, his frame had become the victim <strong>of</strong><br />

hulking stoutness. This liberality <strong>of</strong> form had rendered<br />

the fact all the more conspicuous that his face and head<br />

were out <strong>of</strong> proportion in their smallness. He had Irish<br />

features, as far as a thick, mediumly trimmed beard, which<br />

had crept dangerously near to his eyes, permitted these to<br />

become visible. A private detective might have envied<br />

his eyes, they were so thoroughly controlled and leisurely,<br />

so keen when sleep seemed to be playing hide and seek<br />

round the corners. <strong>The</strong> Pr<strong>of</strong>essor had onl}' one other<br />

characteristic it is necessary to mention ; it was the<br />

disagreeable habit <strong>of</strong> a dry expectoration when his mental<br />

calm was disturbed—but, then, he had the excuse <strong>of</strong> being<br />

an American. At the ' present moment this peculiar<br />

barometer indicated the old gentleman's thoughts had<br />

reached a consummation, or at least marked a crisis.<br />

" Yes, a very ingenious and complete revenge," he added<br />

after a reflective pause, " provided my plans work smoothly^<br />

and I think my knowledge <strong>of</strong> human nature—as far as I<br />

have to deal with it in this matter— is a guarantee <strong>of</strong> that."<br />

" Stuart, the old ruralised fool, never suspects my<br />

identity ; why<br />

should he ? It's half a lifetime ago—verily,<br />

half a lifetime. How old I am, to be sure ; yet how rank<br />

and strong is this craving to wipe out the insult he inflicted<br />

upon my manhood !<br />

" Most likely, after so many years, he has forgotten the<br />

little episode—has but a casual remembrance <strong>of</strong> me and<br />

that blood-traced letter. <strong>The</strong> average memory is happily<br />

short— mine, he will see, is long, and, when it concerns a<br />

grudge, grows keener with age.<br />

" Aye, it's curious. <strong>The</strong>re was Prairie Bob, he little<br />

thought I would keep my powder dry for ten long years ;<br />

I fixed him then, and had to remind him, poor devil, <strong>of</strong><br />

what the bullet was for as he died. H'm. It was a<br />

satisfaction for him to know, and I could not grudge the<br />

information as a dying request."

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