He and this Bow Street man have come together, I would swear.

And now here is the whole field, quarry, hounds and hunters, all together in this city of Edinburgh.' 'And wot are you goin' to do now, sir?
Tell you wot, let me take it in 'and, please! Gimme a minute, and I'll disguise myself, and go out to this Dum--- to this hotel, leastways, sir--and see wot he's up to.

You put your trust in me, Mr.Anne: I'm fly, don't you make no mistake about it.

I'm all a-growing and a-blowing, I am.' 'Not one foot of you,' said I.

'You are a prisoner, Rowley, and make up your mind to that.