There was eighteenpence in them, the remains of half-a-crown a strange gentleman had given him in Clough End the week before for stopping a runaway horse.

In he stalked.
'Two penn'orth of gin--hot!' he commanded.
The girl serving the bar brought it and stared at him curiously.
The glaring paraffin lamp above his head threw the frowning brows and wild eyes, the crimson cheeks, heaving chest, and tumbled hair, into strong light and shade.

'That's a quare un!' she thought, but she found him handsome all the same, and, retreating behind the beer-taps, she eyed him surreptitiously.

She was a raw country lass, not yet stript of all her natural shyness, or she would have begun to 'chaff' him.
'Another!' said David, pushing forward his glass.

This time he looked at her.