On bringing the matter to my recollection, after I had got rid of the pain and agitation, I was able to remember that the ruffian had a coarse face and red whiskers.

Now Reilly's hair and whiskers are black." "It was a reverend Papist," said Smellpriest; "one of those from whom you had levied the fines that day, and who thought it no harm to transfer them back again to holy Church.

You know not how those rascals can disguise themselves." "And you blame them, Smellpriest," said the squire, "for disguising themselves?
Now, suppose the tables were turned upon us, that Popery got the ascendant, and that Papists started upon the same principles against us that we put in practice against them; suppose that Popish soldiers were halloed on against our parsons, and all other Protestants conspicuous for an attachment to their religion, and anxious to put down the persecution under which we suffered; why, hang it, could you blame the parsons, when hunted to the death, for disguising themselves?
And if you could not, how can you blame the priests?
Would you have the poor devils walk into your hands and say, 'Come, gentlemen, be good enough to hang or transport us ?' I am anxious, to secure Reilly, and either to hang or transport him.

I would say the latter, though." "And I the former," observed Sir Robert.
"Well, Bob, that is as may happen; but in the meantime, I say he never robbed the sheriff here; and if he were going to the gallows to-morrow, I would maintain it." Neither the clergyman nor Mr.Hastings took much part in the conversation; but the eye of the latter was, during the greater portion of the evening, fixed upon the baronet, like that of a basilisk, accompanied by a hidden meaning, which it was impossible to penetrate, but which, nevertheless, had such an effect upon Whitecraft that he could not help observing it.
"It would seem, Mr.Hastings," said he, "as if you had never seen me before.

Your eye has scarcely been off me during the whole evening.