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The packed perspiring mass stored signs of deepest dejection and disappointment. It was like the sudden downfall of the curtain ere the crux of the play in consequence of the sudden indisposition of the heroine. Burlinson was a great man in that part of the world, but never had his neighbors regarded him with the same awe as at present.
"Wouldn't they like to know!" he murmured to Lance. "Wouldn't they like to dissect me and see what I have got hidden in my brain."