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Feathertop
meanwhile
pursued
his
way
along
the
street
.
Except
for
the
few
complimentary
words
to
the
lady
,
and
now
and
then
a
slight
inclination
of
the
head
in
requital
of
the
profound
reverences
of
the
bystanders
,
he
seemed
wholly
absorbed
in
his
pipe
.
There
needed
no
other
proof
of
his
rank
and
consequence
than
the
perfect
equanimity
with
which
he
comported
himself
,
while
the
curiosity
and
admiration
of
the
town
swelled
almost
into
clamor
around
him
.
With
a
crowd
gathering
behind
his
footsteps
,
he
finally
reached
the
mansion
-
house
of
the
worshipful
Justice
Gookin
,
entered
the
gate
,
ascended
the
steps
of
the
front
door
,
and
knocked
.
In
the
interim
,
before
his
summons
was
answered
,
the
stranger
was
observed
to
shake
the
ashes
out
of
his
pipe
.
"
What
did
he
say
in
that
sharp
voice
?
"
inquired
one
of
the
spectators
.
"
Nay
,
I
know
not
,
"
answered
his
friend
.
"
But
the
sun
dazzles
my
eyes
strangely
.
How
dim
and
faded
his
lordship
looks
all
of
a
sudden
!
Bless
my
wits
,
what
is
the
matter
with
me
?
"
"
The
wonder
is
,
"
said
the
other
,
"
that
his
pipe
,
which
was
out
only
an
instant
ago
,
should
be
all
alight
again
,
and
with
the
reddest
coal
I
ever
saw
.
There
is
something
mysterious
about
this
stranger
.
What
a
whiff
of
smoke
was
that
!
Dim
and
faded
did
you
call
him
?
Why
,
as
he
turns
about
the
star
on
his
breast
is
all
ablaze
.
"
"
It
is
,
indeed
,
"
said
his
companion
;
"
and
it
will
go
near
to
dazzle
pretty
Polly
Gookin
,
whom
I
see
peeping
at
it
out
of
the
chamber
window
.
"
The
door
being
now
opened
,
Feathertop
turned
to
the
crowd
,
made
a
stately
bend
of
his
body
like
a
great
man
acknowledging
the
reverence
of
the
meaner
sort
,
and
vanished
into
the
house
.
There
was
a
mysterious
kind
of
a
smile
,
if
it
might
not
better
be
called
a
grin
or
grimace
,
upon
his
visage
;
but
,
of
all
the
throng
that
beheld
him
,
not
an
individual
appears
to
have
possessed
insight
enough
to
detect
the
illusive
character
of
the
stranger
except
a
little
child
and
a
cur
dog
.
Our
legend
here
loses
somewhat
of
its
continuity
,
and
,
passing
over
the
preliminary
explanation
between
Feathertop
and
the
merchant
,
goes
in
quest
of
the
pretty
Polly
Gookin
.
She
was
a
damsel
of
a
soft
,
round
figure
,
with
light
hair
and
blue
eyes
,
and
a
fair
,
rosy
face
,
which
seemed
neither
very
shrewd
nor
very
simple
.
This
young
lady
had
caught
a
glimpse
of
the
glistening
stranger
while
standing
on
the
threshold
,
and
had
forthwith
put
on
a
laced
cap
,
a
string
of
beads
,
her
finest
kerchief
,
and
her
stiffest
damask
petticoat
in
preparation
for
the
interview
.
Hurrying
from
her
chamber
to
the
parlor
,
she
had
ever
since
been
viewing
herself
in
the
large
looking
-
glass
and
practising
pretty
airs
-
now
a
smile
,
now
a
ceremonious
dignity
of
aspect
,
and
now
a
softer
smile
than
the
former
,
kissing
her
hand
likewise
,
tossing
her
head
,
and
managing
her
fan
;
while
within
the
mirror
an
unsubstantial
little
maid
repeated
every
gesture
and
did
all
the
foolish
things
that
Polly
did
,
but
without
making
her
ashamed
of
them
.
In
short
,
it
was
the
fault
of
pretty
Polly
’
s
ability
rather
than
her
will
if
she
failed
to
be
as
complete
an
artifice
as
the
illustrious
Feathertop
himself
;
and
,
when
she
thus
tampered
with
her
own
simplicity
,
the
witch
’
s
phantom
might
well
hope
to
win
her
.
No
sooner
did
Polly
hear
her
father
’
s
gouty
footsteps
approaching
the
parlor
door
,
accompanied
with
the
stiff
clatter
of
Feathertop
’
s
high
-
heeled
shoes
,
than
she
seated
herself
bolt
upright
and
innocently
began
warbling
a
song
.
