He slowly withdrew his intent fond gaze from the fair outstretched white carcase, and with drooping eyelids, he said: 'Ah could eat hog a solid hower!' He had forgotten to ask the way, intoxicated by the aspect of the pig; and when he did ask it, he was hard of understanding, given wholly to his last glimpses.
Redworth got the directions.

He would have dismissed Mr.Andrew Hedger, but there was no doing so.

'I'll show ye on to The Crossways House,' the latter said, implying that he had already earned something by showing him The Crossways post.
'Hog's my feed,' said Andrew Hedger.

The gastric springs of eloquence moved him to discourse, and he unburdened himself between succulent pauses.

'They've killed him early.