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    Miss Amelia herself, for some strange reason, seemed unaware of all this. She spent most of her day upstairs. When down iore, she prowled around peacefully, her hands deep in the pockets of her overalls and head bent so low that her  was tucked ihe collar of her shirt. There was no bloodstain on her anywhere. Ofteopped and just stood somberly looking down at the cracks in the floor, twisting a lock of her short-cropped hair, and whispering something to herself. But most of the day ent upstairs.

    Dark came on. The rain that afternoon had chilled the air, so that the evening was bleak and gloomy as in wiime. There were no stars in the sky, and a light, icy drizzle had set in. The lamps in the houses made mournful, wavering flickers when watched from the street. A wind had e up, not from the s side of the town but from the cold black pinewoods to the north.

    The clocks iown struck eight. Still nothing had happehe bleak night, after the gruesome talk of the day, put a fear in some people, and they stayed home close to the fire. Others were gathered in groups together. Some eight or ten men had vened on the poriss Amelias store. They were silent and were indeed just waiting about. They themselves did not know what they were waiting for, but it was this: in times of tension, when some great a is impending, men gather and wait in this way. And after a time there will e a moment when all together they will a unison, not from thought or from the will of any one man, but as though their instincts had merged together so that the decision belongs to no single one of them, but to the group as a whole. At such a time, no individual hesitates. And whether the matter will be settled peaceably, or whether the joint a will result in ransag, violence, and crime, depends oiny. So the men waited soberly on the poriss Amelias store, not one of them realizing what they would do, but knowing inwardly that they must wait, and that the time had almost e.

    Now the door to the store en. I was bright and natural-looking. To the left was the ter where slabs of white meat, rock dy, and tobacco were kept. Behind this were shelves of salted white meat and meal. The right side of the store was mostly filled with farm implements and such. At the back of the store, to the left, was the door leading up the stairs, and it en. And at the far right of the store there was another door which led to a little room that Miss Amelia called her office. This door was also open. And at eight oclock that evening Miss Amelia could be seen there sitting before her rolltop desk, figuring with a fountain pen and some pieces of paper.

    The office was cheerfully lighted, and Miss Amelia did not seem to notice the delegation on the porch. Everything around her was i order, as usual. This office was a room well-known, in a dreadful way, throughout the try. It was there Miss Amelia transacted all business. On the desk was a carefully covered typewriter which she knew how to run, but used only for the most important dots. In the drawers were literally thousands of papers, all filed acc to the alphabet. This office was also the place where Miss></a> Amelia received sick people, for she enjoyed d and did a great deal of it. Two whole shelves were crowded with bottles and various paraphernalia. Against the wall was a bench where the patients sat. She could sew up a wound with a burnt needle so that it would not turn green. For burns she had a cool, sweet syrup. For unlocated siess there were any number of different medies which she had brewed herself from unknown recipes. They wrenched loose the bowels very well, but they could not be given to small children, as they caused bad vulsions; for them she had airely separate draught, gentler and sweet-flavored. Yes, all in all, she was sidered a good doctor. Her hands, though very large and bony, had a light touch about them. She possessed great imagination and used hundreds of different cures. In the face of the most dangerous araordinary treatment she did not hesitate, and no disease was so terrible but what she would uake to cure it. In this there was one exception. If a patient came with a female plaint she could do nothing. I the mere mention of the words her face would slowly darken with shame, and she would stand there ing her neck against the collar of her shirt, or rubbing her s boots together, for all the world like a great shamed, dumb-tongued child. But in other matters people trusted her. She charged no fees whatsoever and always had a raft of patients.

    On this evening, <q>藏书网</q>Miss Amelia wrote with her fountain pen a good deal. But even so she could not be forever unaware of the group waiting out there on the dark porch, and watg her. From time to time she looked up and regarded them steadily. But she did not holler out to them to demand why they were loafing around her property like a sorry bunch of gabbies. Her face roud and stern, as it always was whe at the desk of her office. After a time their peering in like that seemed to annoy her. She wiped her cheek with a red handkerchief, got up, and closed the office door.

    Now to the group on the porch this gesture acted as a sig<bdo></bdo>nal. The time had e. They had stood for a long while with the night raw and gloomy ireet behind them. They had waited long and just at that moment the instinct to act came on them. All at once, as though moved by one will, they walked into the store. At that moment the eight men looked very much alike -- all wearing blue overalls, most of them with whitish hair, all pale of face, and all with a set, dreaming look in the eye. What they would have do no one knows. But at that instant there was a  the head of the staircase. The men looked up and then stood dumb with shock. It was the hunchback, whom they had already murdered in their minds. Also, the creature was not at all as had been pictured to them -- not a pitiful and dirty little chatterer, alone and beggared in this world. Indeed, he was like nothing any man among them had ever beheld until that time. The room was still as death.

    The hunchback came down slowly with the proudness of one who owns every plank of the floor beh his feet. In the past days he had greatly ged. For ohing he was  beyond words. He still wore his little coat, but it was brushed off aly mended. Beh this was a fresh red and black checkered shut belonging to Miss Amelia. He did not wear trousers such as ordinary men are meant to wear, but a pair of tight-fitting little knee-length breeches. On his skinny legs he wore black stogs, and his shoes were of a special kind, being queerly shaped, laced up over the ankles, and newly ed and polished with wax. Around his neck, so that his large, pale ears were almost pletely covered, he wore a shawl of lime-green wool, the fringes of which almost touched the floor.

    The hunchback walked dowore with his stiff little strut and then stood in the ter of the group that had e ihey cleared a space about him and stood loo<samp></samp>king with hands loose at their sides and eyes wide open. The hunchback himself got his bearings in an odd manner. He regarded each person steadily at his own eye-level, which was about belt line for an ordinary man. Then with shrewd deliberation he examined each mans lions -- from the waist to the sole of the shoe. When he had satisfied himself he closed his eyes for a moment and shook his head, as though in his opinion what he had seen did not amount to much. Then with assurance, only to firm himself, he tilted back his head and took in the halo of faces around him with one long, cirg stare. There was a half-filled sack of guano on the left side of the store, and when he had found his bearings in this way, the hunchback sat down upon it. Cozily settled, with his little legs crossed, he took from his coat pocket a certain object.

    Now it took some moments for the men iore tain their ease. Merlie Ryan, he of the three-day fever who had started the rumor that day, was the first to speak. He looked at the object which the hunchback was fondling, and said in a hushed voice:

    &quot;What is it you have there?&quot;

    Each man knew well what it was the hunchback was handling. For it was the snuffbox which had beloo Miss Amelias father. The snuffbox was of blue enamel with a dainty embellishment ht gold on the lid. The group k well and marveled. They glanced warily at the closed office door, and heard the low sound of Miss Amelia whistling to herself.

    &quot;Yes, what is it, Peanut?&quot;

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