He has very black eyebrows, and a face like a corpse, and a large gold ring on the little finger of his right hand.

You will find him somewhere near my father's cottage.
Neither you nor I have a moment to lose." Then the deputy called three more men, and made for Hope's cottage, while Grace went down in the cage.
Bartley fled in mortal terror to his own house, and began to pack up his things to leave the country.

Monckton withdrew to the clump of fir-trees, and from that thin shelter watched the mine, intending to levant as soon as he should see Hope come up safe and sound; but, when he saw three or four men start from the mine and run across to him, he took the alarm and sought the thicker shelter of a copse hard by.

It was a very thick cover, good for temporary concealment; but he soon found it was so narrow that he couldn't emerge from it on either side without being seen at once, and his quick wit told him that Grace had denounced him, and probably described him accurately to the miners; he was in mortal terror, but not unprepared for this sort of danger.

The first thing he did was to whip off his entire tweed suit and turn it inside out; he had had it made on purpose; it was a thin tweed, doubled with black kerseymere, so that this change was a downright transformation.