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"
Polly
!
daughter
Polly
!
"
cried
the
old
merchant
.
"
Come
hither
,
child
.
"
Master
Gookin
’
s
aspect
,
as
he
opened
the
door
,
was
doubtful
and
troubled
.
"
This
gentleman
,
"
continued
he
,
presenting
the
stranger
,
"
is
the
Chevalier
Feathertop
,
—
nay
,
I
beg
his
pardon
,
my
Lord
Feathertop
,
—
who
hath
brought
me
a
token
of
remembrance
from
an
ancient
friend
of
mine
.
Pay
your
duty
to
his
lordship
,
child
,
and
honor
him
as
his
quality
deserves
.
"
After
these
few
words
of
introduction
,
the
worshipful
magistrate
immediately
quitted
the
room
.
But
,
even
in
that
brief
moment
,
had
the
fair
Polly
glanced
aside
at
her
father
instead
of
devoting
herself
wholly
to
the
brilliant
guest
,
she
might
have
taken
warning
of
some
mischief
nigh
at
hand
.
The
old
man
was
nervous
,
fidgety
,
and
very
pale
.
Purposing
a
smile
of
courtesy
,
he
had
deformed
his
face
with
a
sort
of
galvanic
grin
,
which
,
when
Feathertop
’
s
back
was
turned
,
he
exchanged
for
a
scowl
,
at
the
same
time
shaking
his
fist
and
stamping
his
gouty
foot
—
an
incivility
which
brought
its
retribution
along
with
it
.
The
truth
appears
to
have
been
that
Mother
Rigby
’
s
word
of
introduction
,
whatever
it
might
be
,
had
operated
far
more
on
the
rich
merchant
’
s
fears
than
on
his
good
will
.
Moreover
,
being
a
man
of
wonderfully
acute
observation
,
he
had
noticed
that
these
painted
figures
on
the
bowl
of
Feathertop
’
s
pipe
were
in
motion
.
Looking
more
closely
he
became
convinced
that
these
figures
were
a
party
of
little
demons
,
each
duly
provided
with
horns
and
a
tail
,
and
dancing
hand
in
hand
,
with
gestures
of
diabolical
merriment
,
round
the
circumference
of
the
pipe
bowl
.
As
if
to
confirm
his
suspicions
,
while
Master
Gookin
ushered
his
guest
along
a
dusky
passage
from
his
private
room
to
the
parlor
,
the
star
on
Feathertop
’
s
breast
had
scintillated
actual
flames
,
and
threw
a
flickering
gleam
upon
the
wall
,
the
ceiling
,
and
the
floor
.
With
such
sinister
prognostics
manifesting
themselves
on
all
hands
,
it
is
not
to
be
marvelled
at
that
the
merchant
should
have
felt
that
he
was
committing
his
daughter
to
a
very
questionable
acquaintance
.
He
cursed
,
in
his
secret
soul
,
the
insinuating
elegance
of
Feathertop
’
s
manners
,
as
this
brilliant
personage
bowed
,
smiled
,
put
his
hand
on
his
heart
,
inhaled
a
long
whiff
from
his
pipe
,
and
enriched
the
atmosphere
with
the
smoky
vapor
of
a
fragrant
and
visible
sigh
.
Gladly
would
poor
Master
Gookin
have
thrust
his
dangerous
guest
into
the
street
;
but
there
was
a
constraint
and
terror
within
him
.
This
respectable
old
gentleman
,
we
fear
,
at
an
earlier
period
of
life
,
had
given
some
pledge
or
other
to
the
evil
principle
,
and
perhaps
was
now
to
redeem
it
by
the
sacrifice
of
his
daughter
.
It
so
happened
that
the
parlor
door
was
partly
of
glass
,
shaded
by
a
silken
curtain
,
the
folds
of
which
hung
a
little
awry
.
So
strong
was
the
merchant
’
s
interest
in
witnessing
what
was
to
ensue
between
the
fair
Polly
and
the
gallant
Feathertop
that
,
after
quitting
the
room
,
he
could
by
no
means
refrain
from
peeping
through
the
crevice
of
the
curtain
.
But
there
was
nothing
very
miraculous
to
be
seen
;
nothing
—
except
the
trifles
previously
noticed
—
to
confirm
the
idea
of
a
supernatural
peril
environing
the
pretty
Polly
.
The
stranger
it
is
true
was
evidently
a
thorough
and
practised
man
of
the
world
,
systematic
and
self
-
possessed
,
and
therefore
the
sort
of
a
person
to
whom
a
parent
ought
not
to
confide
a
simple
,
young
girl
without
due
watchfulness
for
the
result
.
The
worthy
magistrate
who
had
been
conversant
with
all
degrees
and
qualities
of
mankind
,
could
not
but
perceive
every
motion
and
gesture
of
the
distinguished
Feathertop
came
in
its
proper
place
;
nothing
had
been
left
rude
or
native
in
him
;
a
well
-
digested
conventionalism
had
incorporated
itself
thoroughly
with
his
substance
and
transformed
him
into
a
work
of
art
.
Perhaps
it
was
this
peculiarity
that
invested
him
with
a
species
of
ghastliness
and
awe
.
It
is
the
effect
of
anything
completely
and
consummately
artificial
,
in
human
shape
,
that
the
person
impresses
us
as
an
unreality
and
as
having
hardly
pith
enough
to
cast
a
shadow
upon
the
floor
.
As
regarded
Feathertop
,
all
this
resulted
in
a
wild
,
extravagant
,
and
fantastical
impression
,
as
if
his
life
and
being
were
akin
to
the
smoke
that
curled
upward
from
his
pipe
.
