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PROFESSOR OWEN 
CH. VII. 
dislike nor any other emotion on taking it. He 
handled Mme. Merian's great folio with the 
most perfect knowledge of how to use such a book. 
No antiquary could have fingered or held a 
valuable book with more care — not as if it were 
something he was afraid of injuring through igno- 
rance, but as if he knew its proper value. His 
eyes glistened when I took down Lord E.’s bronze 
armadillo from the mantel-piece, though he had 
not thrown any look of curiosity towards it. When 
I lifted up the shell of the animal and showed him 
the two little ink-bottles in it, a shade of astonish- 
ment passed over his face, but he quickly suppressed 
it. His face was distinctly handsome : wide across 
the eyes and cheeks, rather of a gipsy type, all the,^ 
face and limbs on a large scale. A bright red 
spread over the cheeks and round the eyes, black 
rubbed about the lower part of the face above the 
mouth, and a row of six white spots down the 
sides of the cheeks. His hair a brilliant black, 
and clean. Mr. Robins, his attendant, said he was 
scrupulously clean in his habits. With his plume 
he was quite seven feet high. When we shook 
hands he said “ Goo-by,” and stalked off wrapped 
in his red mantle. R. then said that a friend of his 
told him some days ago of this new arrival, and 
said that he would get the chief to look in upon 
him. How’ever, R. thought no more of it till the 
appearance this afternoon.’ 
Another visitor shortly afterw'ards came to the 
