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Scattergood arose ponderously and limped out into the middle of the dusty road.

Conversation had expired on Scattergood's arrival, and the group on the porch converted itself into an audience.

Next morning Scattergood was about early, padding slowly up and down the crossed streets which made up the village.

Scattergood ate with ease and pleasure two complete suppers—to the openly expressed admiration of Emma, the waitress.

"Can't bear to stay near a man that mentions so much money in a breath," said Scattergood, with his most ingratiating grin.