Soldiers bain't particular, and she's a tidy piece o' furniture still.

What will happen is that she'll have her soldier, and break off with the master-wheelwright, licence or no--daze me if she won't.' In the progress of these desultory conjectures the form of another neighbour arose in the gloom.

She nodded to the people at the well, who replied 'G'd night, Mrs.Stone,' as she passed through Mr.Paddock's gate towards his door.

She was an intimate friend of the latter's household, and the group followed her with their eyes up the path and past the windows, which were now lighted up by candles inside.
II Mrs.Stone paused at the door, knocked, and was admitted by Selina's mother, who took her visitor at once into the parlour on the left hand, where a table was partly spread for supper.

On the 'beaufet' against the wall stood probably the only object which would have attracted the eye of a local stranger in an otherwise ordinarily furnished room, a great plum- cake guarded as if it were a curiosity by a glass shade of the kind seen in museums--square, with a wooden back like those enclosing stuffed specimens of rare feather or fur.