THREE:Cairness stood up and walked down to the water to wash his hands. Then he went into the cabin and brought out a small mirror, and all the shaving apparatus he had not used for months, and proceeded to take off his thick brown beard, while the Indian sat stolidly watching him with that deep interest in trifles of the primitive brain, which sees and marks, and fails to learn or to profit correspondingly."Eh?" the parson was not sure he had heard.
THREE:Landor pointed to him. "Who is this?" he asked.
THREE:"I used to know Mrs. Cairness in Washington," Forbes went on, undisturbed; "she has probably told you so.""The gods sell their gifts," he said.
TWO:Cairness nodded. He thought it very likely.












