You should have seen him always dogging her--a perfect great nuisance, who followed far behind, in the crowd, without seeming to do so.

And his legs! Regular lucifers.

No more moss on his pate, only four straight hairs falling on his neck, so that she was always tempted to ask him where his hairdresser lived.

Ah! what an old gaffer, he was comical and no mistake, nothing to get excited over.
Then, on finding him always behind her, she no longer thought him so funny.

She became afraid of him and would have called out if he had approached her.