Then she re-examined his face, his attire, his hands.

Everything about him told of a life spent in mechanical labour.

His speech was that of an untaught man, yet differed greatly from the tongue prevailing in Clerkenwell; he was probably not a Londoner by birth, and--a point of more moment--he expressed himself in the tone of one who is habitually thoughtful, who, if the aid of books has been denied to him, still has won from life the kind of knowledge which develops character.

Mrs.
Peckover had small experience of faces which bear the stamp of simple sincerity.

This man's countenance put her out.