"We had a fellow o' that sort in about half an hour ago.

He was on a mare as wiry an' springy as could be, could clear a pike gate like a wild cat I'll bet.

I didn't like the scoundrel's phizog and I'll swear he didn't want to know for naught what time the London coach passed the George.

I wouldn't wonder if he was hanging about Smallbury Green at this 'ere very minute.
But don't 'ee let the young leddy know this.

She might be afeared, an' after all I may be wrong." Stephen nodded.
"The High Toby gen'elmen are gettin' monstrous darin'.