THE stranger, thus hailed, turned as the doctor's voice rang down the road, and acknowledging the somewhat rough summons with a bow of mock affability, stepped obligingly up the hill. The neighbors who had flocked into the street to watch the meeting, saw the doctor's lip curl as the wretched figure advanced. This man, Ephraim Earle? Why had he called these credulous creatures fools? They were simply madmen. But in another moment his countenance changed. The miserable fellow had paused and was standing a few feet off with what could not be called other than a look of old comradeship. He spoke first also and with quite a hearty ring to his naturally strident voice.
"Well, Oswald, old boy, this is a pleasure! Now don't say you don't remember me-" for the doctor had started back with an irrepressible gesture of disgust that to some eyes was not without its element of confusion, "I know I am changed, but no more so than you are, if you have led a more respectable life than I."
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