Some high-backed chairs, a pair of brass candlesticks with snuffers,
a book or two, a few old hats, and a lanthorn, on various pegs,
completed the furniture of the place.
But Mr. Fogo's gaze was riveted on two men who rose together at his
entrance from the table where they were seated, side by side, at
their tea.
Both tall, both adorned with crisp curls of black hair--with
clean-shaven, mahogany faces, and the gentlest of possible smiles,
the twins came forward to greet the stranger. So appallingly alike
were they that Mr. Fogo felt a ridiculous desire to run away, nor
could help fancying himself the victim of a disordered dream.
The Twins advanced upon him simultaneously with outstretched horny
palms. He noticed that even their dress was precisely similar, with
the single exception that one wore a red, the other a yellow bandanna
handkerchief loosely knotted about his throat.
[Illustration: The Twins advanced upon him simultaneously.]
"You'm kindly welcome, sir," said the Twin with the red bandanna; and
the Twin with the yellow neck-cloth murmured "kindly welcome," like
an echo.
"Stop a bit," interposed Caleb, "let's do a bit of introducin'.
This here es Mr. Fogo, gent, as es thinkin' of rentin' Kit's House,
and es come for that puppos'.
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