“Sit down,” he said, and perused—“perused” is the word for it—for some moments. He removed his cockaded hat, putting it down between them as he sat at the other end, placing himself at an angle and, crossing his legs, leaned back at his ease, his eyes fixed on her face. Somewhere she had read that it was the proper thing to do and that men liked to be alone with their tobacco.
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