Ben Barclay checked the horse he was driving and looked attentively at the speaker. He was a stout-built dark-complexioned man with a beard of a week's growth wearing an old and dirty suit which would have reduced any tailor to despair if taken to him for cleaning and repairs. A loose hat with a torn crown surmounted a singularly ill-favored visage.
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Ben Barclay checked the horse he was driving and looked attentively at the speaker. He was a stout-built dark-complexioned man with a beard of a week's growth wearing an old and dirty suit which would have reduced any tailor to despair if taken to him for cleaning and repairs. A loose hat with a torn crown surmounted a singularly ill-favored visage.
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