When he recovered he turned round and
fairly danced with rage, shaking his stick at the poor wayfarer, who
stood meekly by at the gate, shivering there like a dog.
Never a move did he make as the old man with menacing stick approached
him, which so incensed Snarleyow that be hastened his pace to a
decrepit run. But, as perverse fate or the green-complexioned
gentleman at the gate would have it, the old man tripped across a pump
handle which was frozen in the ground, and fell directly, and with all
his might, upon the tip of his _nez retrousse'_.
Upon the ground he lay spluttering, writhing, and giving vent to an
occasional shriek till there was a hurrying of feet in the mansion;
then the meek and jaded traveller moved gently away till his person
was hidden in the pines. Standing against a giant bole the traveller
thus soliquized:
'To please Roland I promised to be good; and I felt much good in my
heart. I was goeen to find some way of deceiveen my mates; but the
old Christeen was too uncharitable, and I shall pick his locks. He
would not care if I was dyeen, starveen on the very snow before his
eyes.
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