You won't get the better o' Varmer Blaize by no means, as I makes out, if ye doan't hit into him jest there." The tinker sent a rapid succession of white clouds from his mouth, and said that would be taking the devil's side of a bad case.
Speed-the-Plough observed energetically that, if Farmer Blaize was on the other, he should be on that side.
There was a young gentleman close by, who thought with him.

The hope of Raynham had lent a careless half-compelled attention to the foregoing dialogue, wherein a common labourer and a travelling tinker had propounded and discussed one of the most ancient theories of transmundane dominion and influence on mundane affairs.

He now started to his feet, and came tearing through the briar hedge, calling out for one of them to direct them the nearest road to Bursley.

The tinker was kindling preparations for his tea, under the tawny umbrella.

A loaf was set forth, oh which Ripton's eyes, stuck in the edge, fastened ravenously.