Give me a man who looks me in the face as he would a cannon!" "Or a lass," said Peter knowingly.
The grim Corporal smiled.
"Talking of lasses," said the soldier, re-filling his pipe, "what creature Miss Lester is! Such eyes!--such nose! Fit for a colonel, by God! ay, or a major-general!" "For my part, I think Miss Ellinor almost as handsome; not so grand-like, but more lovesome!" "Nice little thing!" said the Corporal, condescendingly.

"But, zooks! whom have we here ?" This last question was applied to a man who was slowly turning from the road towards the inn.

The stranger, for such he was, was stout, thick-set, and of middle height.

His dress was not without pretension to a rank higher than the lowest; but it was threadbare and worn, and soiled with dust and travel.

His appearance was by no means prepossessing; small sunken eyes of a light hazel and a restless and rather fierce expression, a thick flat nose, high cheekbones, a large bony jaw, from which the flesh receded, and a bull throat indicative of great strength, constituted his claims to personal attraction.