Peter, being reprimanded by his commanding officer, acknowledged a hot desire to try his mettle, and the latter responsible person had to be restrained from granting the wish he cherished by John Girling, whom he threw for his trouble and as Burdock was the soundest hitter, numbers cried out against Girling, revolting him with a sense of overwhelming injustice that could be appeased only by his prostrating two stout lads and squaring against a third, who came up from a cross-road.

This one knocked him down with the gentleness of a fist that knows how Beer should be treated, and then sang out, in the voice of Wilfrid Pole: "Which is the nearest way to Ipley, you fellows ?" "Come along with us, sir, and we'll show you," said Burdock.
"Are you going there ?" "Well, that's pretty clear." "Hillford men, are you ?" "We've left the women behind." "I'm in a hurry, so, good night." "And so are we in a hurry, sir.

But, you're a gentleman, and we want to give them chaps at Ipley a little surprise, d'ye see, in the way of a dollop o' music: and if you won't go givin' 'em warning, you may trot; and that road'll take you." "All right," said Wilfrid, now fairly divided between his jealousy of Gambier and anxiety for Emilia.
Could her artist nature, of which he had heard perplexing talk, excuse her and make her heart absolutely guiltless (what he called 'innocent'), in trusting herself to any man's honour?
I regret to say that the dainty adorers of the sex are even thus grossly suspicious of all women when their sentiment is ever so triflingly offended.
Lights on Ipley Common were seen from a rise of the hilly road.

The moon was climbing through drifts of torn black cloud.

Hastening his pace, for a double reason now, Wilfrid had the booth within hearing, listened a moment; and then stood fast.