I wonder if he recognised you ?" "I never saw him in my life before," said Tom.

"It is very likely that he knew me, though.

I was champion of Devon and Cornwall, you know, before little Abraham Cann kicked my legs from under me that unlucky Easter Monday.

(The deuce curl his hair for doing it!) I never forgave him till I heard of that fine bit of play with Polkinghorn.

Yes! he must have known me." Lee lit the fire, while Tom, blowing out the candles, drew the curtains, so that any one outside could not see into the room.
Nevertheless, he left the French window open, and then went outside, and secured all the dogs in the dog-house.
The night was wonderfully still and dark.