Squoire Mervyn questioned me as close as I had been at 'sizes.

I had guess, Mr.
Dawson" (I told you that was my feigned name), "but I tould him nought of your vagaries, and going out a-laking in the mere a-noights, not I; an I can make no sport, I'se spoil none; and Squoire Mervyn's as cross as poy-crust too, mon; he's aye maundering an my guests but land beneath his house, though it be marked for the fourth station in the survey.

Noa, noa, e'en let un smell things out o' themselves for Joe Hodges." 'You will allow there was nothing for it after this but paying honest Joe Hodges's bill and departing, unless I had preferred making him my confidant, for which I felt in no way inclined.

Besides, I learned that our ci-devant Colonel was on full retreat for Scotland, carrying off poor Julia along with him.

I understand from those who conduct the heavy baggage that he takes his winter quarters at a place called Woodbourne, in -- -shire in Scotland.