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Andrews, a servant all his life in my father's family--a good honest
soul, with a right heart in his breast. That is, formerly. But none are
true now; all are liars. This man will know me--and will deny me, too,
like the rest."
The old man gazed around the room, glanced at each face in turn, and
finally said--
"
I see none here but paltry knaves, scum o' the streets. Which is he?"
The jailer laughed.
"
Here," he said; "scan this big animal, and grant me an opinion."
The old man approached, and looked Hendon over, long and earnestly, then
shook his head and said--
"Marry, THIS is no Hendon--nor ever was!"
"
Right! Thy old eyes are sound yet. An' I were Sir Hugh, I would take
the shabby carle and--"
The jailer finished by lifting himself a-tip-toe with an imaginary
halter, at the same time making a gurgling noise in his throat suggestive
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