And, indeed, I believe that the worst thing ever done was the meddling of that old Jobbins.

The old stupe is still alive at Petersfield, and as pompous-headed as ever.

My father would have been the man for your sad affair, miss, if the police had only been invented in his time.

Ah, yes, he was sharp! Not a Moonstock man--you may take your oath of that, miss--but a good honest native from Essex.

But he married my mother, a Moonstock woman; or they would not put up with me here at all.