Who are you?"
"I don't intend to tell you that just now, Solomon; do you wish me to
shout it out to you, in order that the whole neighborhood may hear it? I
have private business with you."
"Well," replied the other, "I think, by your voice and language, you're
not a common man, and, although it's against my rule to open at this time
o' night to any one, still I'll let you in--and sure I must only say my
prayers aftherwards. In the manetime it's a sin for you or any one to
disturb me at them; if you knew what the value of one sinful sowl is in
the sight of God, you wouldn't do it--no, indeed. Wait till I light a
candle."
He accordingly lighted a candle, and in the course of a few minutes
admitted Woodward to his herbarium. When the latter entered, he looked
about him with a curiosity not unnatural under the circumstances. His
first sensation, however, was one that affected his olfactory nerves
very strongly. A combination of smells, struggling with each other, as
it were, for predominance, almost overpowered him. The good and the bad,
the pleasant and the oppressive, were here mingled up in one sickening
exhalation--for the disagreeable prevailed.
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