Mr.Juxon had a lively recollection of the day in the Belgrade forest when the great hound had pulled down one of his assailants, making his fangs meet through flesh and bone.

If Stamboul were set upon Goddard's track, the convict could hardly escape with his life.

In the first flush of the squire's anger this seemed of little importance.

But on mature reflection the thing appeared in a different light.
He loved Mrs.Goddard in his own way, which was a very honourable way, if not very passionate.

He had asked her to marry him.