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The man shook his head . `` No , '' he answered , as he pressed her hands in his own , `` I 'll go back to the village and rouse up the hostelry , but I 'm coming to-morrow -- to inquire . '' Many dogs were aroused to a noisy chorus before his hammering on the door of the old house which passed for a hotel received official response , and the east was breaking into a pallid rosiness before his thoughts permitted him to leave his seat by the window and stretch himself wearily on his uninviting bed . But when the sun had waked him at eight o'clock the landscape framed by his window was a smiling one to which the youth in him responded and he dressed clear-eyed and ready for a new day . In the hope that Conscience had been able to sleep late , he meant to defer his visit of inquiry , and in the meantime he breakfasted at leisure and went out to search for a barber . The quest was not difficult , and while he awaited his turn he sat against the wall , mildly amused at the scraps of local gossip that came to his ears couched in homely vernacular . `` I heard that Eben Tollman cal ` lates to jam Lige Heman with a foreclosure on his mortgage .