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Well met, my dear old friend, said I. I had my thoughts a-coming to make inquiration for you, sir, tonight, he said.
But knowing as your aunt was living along with you, for I've been down yonder, Yarmouth way, I was afeared it was too late.
I should have come early in the morning, sir, afore going away.
Again, said I. Yes, sir.
he replied, patiently shaking his head.
I'm away tomorrow.
Where were you going now?
Well, he replied, shaking the snow out of his long hair, I was a-going to turn in somewheres.
in those days there was a side entrance to the stable-yard of the golden cross the inn so memorable to me in connection with his misfortune nearly opposite to where we stood i pointed out the gateway put my arm through his and we went across two or three public rooms opened out of the stable-yard and looking into one of them and finding it empty and a good fire burning i took him in there
When I saw him in the light, I observed not only that his hair was long and ragged, but that his face was burnt dark by the sun.
He was grayer, the lines in his face and forehead were deeper, and he had every appearance of having toiled and wandered through all varieties of weather.
But he looked very strong, and like a man upheld by steadfastness of purpose, whom nothing could tire out.
He shook the snow from his hat and clothes and brushed it away from his face while I was inwardly making these remarks.
As he sat down opposite to me at a table, with his back to the door by which we had entered, he put out his rough hand again and grasped mine warmly.
I'll tell you, Master Davy, he said, where all I've been and what all we've heard.
I've been far and we've heard little, but I'll tell you.
I rang the bell for something hot to drink.
He would have nothing stronger than ale, and while it was being brought and being warmed at the fire, he sat thinking.
There was a fine, massive gravity in his face I did not venture to disturb.