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56 kingdom, the moment he may cease to be a lessener of it; besides all this, I say, the present Ratcatcher had many baneful features about him: first, his stabbing look, piercing you like a stiletto; then the lean sharp bony visage, conjoined with his enumeration of his considerable stock of poisons; then (for I hated him more and more) his sly stillness, his sly smile, as if in some corner he noticed a mouse, as he would notice a man! To me, I declare, though usually I take not the slightest exception against people’s looks, it seemed at last as if his throat were a Dog-grotto, a Grotta del cane, his cheek-bones cliffs and breakers, his hot breath the wind of a calcining furnace, and his black hairy breast a kiln for parching and roasting.

Nor was I far wrong, I believe; for soon after this, he began quite coolly to inform the company, in which were a dwarf and a female, that, in his time, he had, not without enjoyment, run ten men through the body; had with great convenience hewed off a dozen men’s arms; slowly split four heads, torn out two hearts, and more of the like sort; while none of them, otherwise persons of spirit, had in the least resisted: “but why?” added he, with a poisonous smile, and taking the hat from his odious bald pate: “I am invulnerable. Let any one of the company that chooses lay as much fire on my bare crown as he likes, I shall not mind it.”

My brother-in-law, the Dragoon, directly kindled his tinder-box, and put a heap of the burning matter on the Ratcatcher’s poll; but the fellow stood it, as if it had been a mere picture of fire, and the two looked expectingly at one another; and the former smiled very foolishly, saying: “It was simply pleasant to him, like a good warming-plaster; for this was always the wintry region of his body.”

Here the Dragoon groped a little on the naked scull, and cried with amazement, that “it was as cold as a knee-pan.”

But now the fellow, to our horror, after some preparations, actually lifted off the quarter-scull and held it out to us, saying: “He had sawed it off a murderer, his own having accidentally been broken;” and withal explained, that the stabbing and