Roanoke of Roanoke Hall: A Romance — page 18: what you’re looking at

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12 Roanoke of Roanoke Hall. longer than the usual proportion of those limbs as to give him the appearance of that huge ape they call the “man of the woods,” by which name I ever after called him to my- self. He was dressed in coarse garments, after the fashion of a seafarer, and wore a cap of fur pulled low over his eyes, but not enough to hide a great scar ridging his forehead above his shaggy, scowling eyebrows. “Easy, my young master !” he cried, ina rough, harsh voice, as he spurred up to where I stood trembling. ‘‘Canst give me the bearings of Roanoke Hall? I’m —— if I can make aught of this land navigation.” The perspiration was pouring down his sunburned face, and his big black horse, reeking, with mouth afoam, starting eyes, and blood running down his spurred flanks and dripping to the ground, shivered in every limb. “¢Ts the lad dumb?” he went on, with an oath, as I stood speechless with fear at his wild and evil looks; and he lightly flicked me across my stockinged legs with his whip. ‘Roanoke Hall!” I screamed, stung by oO comichbooks.com