I prefers beer.

Every man to his taste." "Did any of the passengers alight at the crossroads ?" They were nearing the cross-roads as he spoke, and the rude outline of the wayside cross loomed out of the shadows directly ahead.
"I couldn't tell you that, neither.

I always stop at the cross-roads, in and out.

It's one of my regular stopping-places.

Come to think of it, though, somebody did get out at the cross-roads last night." "A man or woman ?" asked Barrant with eagerness.
"A woman.