The house along the river had an ill look about it and was seldom mentioned in the neighbourhood except in faint whispers, though people passed through on the new river going in. No one seemed to know him, and when the joyful hour came, he waited in a very unusual state of spirits. He took his seat as if grave and composed, and looked quite like a poet stooping before his book, for all his face was shadowed by an eccentricity which made his ugly cheeks look dignified.
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