"It gave me a turn.

We've never seen a soul go near the place of an evening since Pike has been there." "Why should it give you a turn ?" asked Mrs.Jones, who was in a mood to contradict everything.

"You've seen Pike often enough not to be frightened at him when he keeps his distance." "It wasn't Pike, Lydia.

The man had an umbrella over him, and he looked like a gentleman.

Fancy Pike with an umbrella!" "Was it Mr.Hillary ?" interposed the clerk.
She shook her head.