I regret that you should have got
wet."
"I shall probably experience nothing more than temporary
inconvenience."
"You have been some months in the village, I believe, Mr. Morton.
I trust you will call at an early day, and enable me to follow up
the chance which has made us acquainted."
"I seldom make calls," said Mr. Morton, in a distant tone. "Yet,"
added he, after a pause, "I may have occasion to accept your
invitation some day. Good morning, sir."
"Good morning," returned the squire, looking after him with an
expression of perplexity.
"He boards at the Frosts', doesn't he, John?" asked Squire
Haynes, turning to his son.
"Yes, sir."
"There's something in his face that seems familiar," mused the
squire absently. "He reminds me of somebody, though I can't
recall who."
It was not long before the squire's memory was refreshed, and he
obtained clearer information respecting the young man, and the
errand which had brought him to Rossville. When that information
came, it was so far from pleasing that he would willingly have
postponed it indefinitely.
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