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"
Happolati
,
ay
!
"
nodded
the
man
;
and
he
never
missed
a
syllable
of
this
difficult
name
.
I
looked
at
him
with
amazement
;
there
he
sat
,
gravely
,
with
a
considering
air
.
Before
I
had
well
given
utterance
to
the
stupid
name
which
jumped
into
my
head
the
man
had
accommodated
himself
to
it
,
and
pretended
to
have
heard
it
before
.
In
the
meantime
,
he
had
laid
his
package
on
the
seat
,
and
I
felt
my
curiosity
quiver
through
my
nerves
.
I
noticed
there
were
a
few
grease
spots
on
the
paper
.
"
Is
n't
he
a
sea-faring
man
,
your
landlord
?
"
queried
he
,
and
there
was
not
a
trace
of
suppressed
irony
in
his
voice
;
"
I
seem
to
remember
he
was
.
"
"
Sea-faring
man
?
Excuse
me
,
it
must
be
the
brother
you
know
;
this
man
is
namely
J.
A.
Happolati
,
the
agent
.
"
I
thought
this
would
finish
him
;
but
he
willingly
fell
in
with
everything
I
said
.
If
I
had
found
a
name
like
Barrabas
Rosebud
it
would
not
have
roused
his
suspicions
.
"
He
is
an
able
man
,
I
have
heard
?
"
he
said
,
feeling
his
way
.
"
Oh
,
a
clever
fellow
!
"
answered
I
;
"
a
thorough
business
head
;
agent
for
every
possible
thing
going
.
Cranberries
from
China
;
feathers
and
down
from
Russia
;
hides
,
pulp
,
writing-ink
--
"
"
He
,
he
!
the
devil
he
is
?
"
interrupted
the
old
chap
,
highly
excited
.
This
began
to
get
interesting
.
The
situation
ran
away
with
me
,
and
one
lie
after
another
engendered
in
my
head
.
I
sat
down
again
,
forgot
the
newspaper
,
and
the
remarkable
documents
,
grew
lively
,
and
cut
short
the
old
fellow
's
talk
.
