The tramp stood still and looked after the squire so long as he could see him, and then slunk off across the wet meadows, where the standing water was now skimmed with ice.
Walter Goddard had spent the day in watching for the squire and he had seen him at last.

He had seen him go down the road with the vicar till they were both out of sight, and he had seen him come back and enter the cottage.

This proceeding, he argued, betrayed that the squire did not wish to be seen going into Mary's house by the vicar.

The tortuous intelligences of bad men easily impute to others courses which they themselves would naturally pursue.

Three words on the previous evening had sufficed to rouse the convict's jealousy.