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chapter-008		chapter-008			.txt	text/plain	6232	417	87	A dark-blue apparition (that of Joe Scott, fresh from a dyeing vat) appeared momentarily at the open door, uttered the words "He's comed, sir," and vanished. A large man, broad-shouldered and massive-limbed, clad in fustian garments and gray worsted stockings, entered, who was received with a nod, and desired to take a seat, which he did, making the remark, as he removed his hat (a very bad one), stowed it away under his chair, and wiped his forehead with a spotted cotton handkerchief extracted from the hat-crown, that it was "raight dahn warm for Febewerry." Mr. Moore assented--at least he uttered some slight sound, which, though inarticulate, might pass for an assent. "Good-morning, Mr. Barraclough," said Moore debonairly, for him. "I've not much faith i' Moses Barraclough," said he, "and I would speak a word to you myseln, Mr. Moore.	./cache/chapter-008.txt	./txt/chapter-008.txt