When I lit my candle and went up to my room that night there sat pap–his own self!
CHAPTER V.
I HAD shut the door to. Then I turned around and there he was. I used to be scared of him all the
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time, he tanned me so much. I reckoned I was scared now, too; but in a minute I see I was
mistaken–that is, after the first jolt, as you may say, when my breath sort of hitched, he being so
unexpected; but right away after I see I warn’t scared of him worth bothring about.
He was most fifty, and he looked it. His hair was long and tangled and greasy, and hung down,
and you could see his eyes shining through like he was behind vines. It was all black, no gray; so
was his long, mixed-up whiskers. There warn’t no color in his face, where his face showed; it was
white; not like another man’s white, but a white to make a body sick, a white to make a body’s
flesh crawl–a tree-toad white,final fantasy gil, a fish-belly white. As for his clothes–just rags,wow power leveling, that was all. He had
one ankle resting on t’other knee; the boot on that foot was busted,flyff penya, and two of his toes stuck
through, and he worked them now and then. His hat was laying on the floor–an old black slouch
with the top caved in,eve isk, like a lid.