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TALES OF MY LANDLORD.
—I rather think not," scarce knowing what she replied.
"It is he," said Evandale, decidedly; "I know him well. A victor," he continued, somewhat haughtily, "ought to have interested a fair spectator more deeply."
He then turned from Edith, and advancing towards the table at which Claverhouse now placed himself, stood at a little distance, resting on his sheathed broad-sword, a silent, but not an unconcerned spectator of that which passed.
