He'll be comin' of hage this 'ay-'arvest, sir, an' we shall hev fine doin's.

He owns all the land about here, sir, Squire Donnithorne does." "Well, it's a pretty spot, whoever may own it," said the traveller, mounting his horse; "and one meets some fine strapping fellows about too.

I met as fine a young fellow as ever I saw in my life, about half an hour ago, before I came up the hill--a carpenter, a tall, broad-shouldered fellow with black hair and black eyes, marching along like a soldier.

We want such fellows as he to lick the French." "Aye, sir, that's Adam Bede, that is, I'll be bound--Thias Bede's son everybody knows him hereabout.

He's an uncommon clever stiddy fellow, an' wonderful strong.