Lord! she looks down on such scum as us.

She's gipsy blood, true sort; everything's sausages that gets into their pockets, no matter what it was when it was out.

Well then, now, here, you and the gal go t' other side o' Bed'lming, and you wait for us on the heath, and we 'll be there to comfort ye 'fore dark.

Is it a fister ?' He held out his hand; I agreed; and he remarked that he now counted a breakfast in the list of his gains from never asking questions.
I was glad enough to quit the village in a hurry, for the driver of the geese, or a man dreadfully resembling him, passed me near the public-house, and attacked my conscience on the cowardly side, which is, I fear, the first to awaken, and always the liveliest half while we are undisciplined.

I would have paid him money, but the idea of a conversation with him indicated the road back to school.