Did he not tell me that the life and adventures of Jemmy Abershaw would bring in much money to the writer?
Yes, but I knew nothing of that worthy.

I heard, it is true, from Mr.Petulengro, that when alive he committed robberies on the hill, on the side of which Mr.Petulengro had pitched his tents, and that his ghost still haunted the hill at midnight; but those were scant materials out of which to write the man's life.

It is probable, indeed, that Mr.Petulengro would be able to supply me with further materials if I should apply to him, but I was in a hurry, and could not afford the time which it would be necessary to spend in passing to and from Mr.Petulengro, and consulting him.

Moreover, my pride revolted at the idea of being beholden to Mr.Petulengro for the materials of the history.

No, I would not write the history of Abershaw.