The acquaintance thus oddly reopened proceeded apace.

She often looked out to get a few words with him, by night or by day.

Her sorrow was that she could not accompany her one old friend on foot a little way, and talk more freely than she could do while he paused before the house.

One night, at the beginning of June, when she was again on the watch after an absence of some days from the window, he entered the gate and said softly, 'Now, wouldn't some air do you good?
I've only half a load this morning.

Why not ride up to Covent Garden with me?
There's a nice seat on the cabbages, where I've spread a sack.