As Stirn whispered, the squire's face grew long, and his colour rose.

The congregation, now flocking out of the church, exchanged looks with each other; that ominous conjunction between squire and man chilled back all the effects of the parson's sermon.

The squire struck his cane violently into the ground.

"I would rather you had told me Black Bess had got the glanders.

A young gentleman, coming to visit my son, struck and insulted in Hazeldean; a young gentleman,--'s death, sir, a relation--his grandmother was a Hazeldean.