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on his rusty black coat, and all down his, long flapped waistcoat, little queer
buttons [?????]ich like nothing [???????????] except his eyes, but so like them
that as they twinkled and glistened in the light of the fire, [???????] which shone too in his bright shoe-buckles, he seemed all eyes from head to foot, and to be gazing with every [????] one of them at the unknown customer. [????????????????????????????????] No wonder that a man should grow restless under such an inspection as this, to say nothing of the eyes belonging to short Tom Cobb the general chandler and post-office keeper, and long Phil Parkes the ranger, both of whom, infected by the example of their companions, regarded him of the flapped hat no less attentively.
The stranger became restless; perhaps from being exposed to this raking fire of eyes, perhaps from the nature of his previous meditations -- most probably from the latter cause, for as he changed his position and looked hastily round, he started to find himself the object of such keen regard, and darted an angry and suspicious glance at the fireside group. It had the effect of immediately diverting all eyes to the chimney, except those of John Willet, who finding himself, as it were, caught in the fact, and not being (as has been already observed) of a very ready nature, remained staring at his guest in a particularly awkward and