when the man was gone, and I produced my trophy. “Why, what the mischief have you got there?”
“My caller’s card,” said I. “He left it behind him. Feel the edge.”
I have seldom seen a more indignant face than the one which my new acquaintance bent over the weapon, as he held it to the light, and ran his finger along the blade. He could have not frowned more heavily if he had recognized the knife.
“The villains!” he muttered. “The damned villains!”
when the man was gone, and I produced my trophy. “Why, what the mischief have you got there?”
“My caller’s card,” said I. “He left it behind him. Feel the edge.”
I have seldom seen a more indignant face than the one which my new acquaintance bent over the weapon, as he held it to the light, and ran his finger along the blade. He could have not frowned more heavily if he had recognized the knife.
“The villains!” he muttered. “The damned villains!”
