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Text for Page 194 [06-17-1857]

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him with �Well, Mr Brady, where�s this great filibus-
ter?�     He smiled and � introduced me to Walker,
who stood at my elbow.   A short, slimmish man,
very plainly dressed and wearing a wide-awake hat.
His face was very peculiar.         The skull was unpleasant-
ly visible through the features, the cheek bones high
and Celtic, the forehead broadish, but not high.
His complexion appeared so rough as at first to create
an idea that he was scorbutic, his mouth wide and
vulgar, with chapped lips.    His eyes of a cold slaty
gray, had a singularly cold-blooded expression, with,
I think, a latent touch of inanity.    No one could ever
have mistaken him for a gentleman or a true notability.
You might as readily have fancied men getting up a strong
personal regard for a frozen cod-fish as for this
man.     In shape his head was very Jack Sheppardish
which resemblance was further increased by the total ab-
sence of beard, whisker or moustache, and the shortness
of the dark hair. (He had something of the look of
Cornelius Mathews.   I was impressed with his resemblance
to somebody I knew while looking at him, and presently
the thought of whom flashed upon me.)    Walker is
just the sort of man who might order fifty women
to be ravished in cold blood, or men to be murdered,
without any sort of idea occurring to him that it might
be an atrocity.      Altogether a scoundrel whose picture
seemed incomplete without fetters depicted on his
wrists.           I gratified a quiet old gentleman exceedingly               
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