From thence they went by carrier's cart to the railway.

Old Luke's books, such as they were, were quite beyond the understanding of any one but himself and his wife; nor could even they themselves tell you exactly how many dozen he purchased in the year.

But in his cups the wicked old hypocrite had often been known to boast that he paid the lord of the manor as much money as the rent of a small farm.
One of Luke's eyes was closed with a kind of watery rheum, and was never opened except when he thought a rabbit was about to jump into a net.

The other was but half open, and so overhung with a thick grey eyebrow as to be barely visible.

His cheeks were the hue of clay, his chin scrubby, and a lanky black forelock depended over one temple.