The look was quite unlike anything Denzil had yet seen on her face.

It caused him to stand for a few moments musing.
From half-past four to half-past six he took a long walk; such exercise was a necessity with him, and the dwellers round about Polterham had become familiar with the sight of his robust figure striding at a great pace about roads and fields.

Generally he made for some wayside inn, where he could refresh himself with a tankard of beer, after which he lit his pipe, and walked with it between his teeth.

Toby Liversedge, becoming aware of this habit, was inclined to doubt its prudence.
"Beware of the teetotalers, Denzil; they are a power among us." Whereto Quarrier replied that teetotalers might be eternally condemned; he would stick by his ale as tenaciously as the old farmer of Thornaby Waste.
"It's the first duty of a Radical to set his face against humbug.

If I see no harm in a thing, I shall do it openly, and let people"---- At this point he checked himself, almost as if he had a sudden stitch in the side.