He spoke in a thin voice, half laugh, half whimper, and hardly ever looked into the face of the person with whom he was conversing.

There was an air of mystery about him which the inmates of the house on the Moss did nothing to dissipate.

Ralph offered no explanation to the gossips of Wythburn of Wilson's identity and belongings; indeed, as time wore on, it could be observed that he showed some uneasiness when questioned about the man.
At first Wilson contrived to ingratiate himself into a good deal of favor among the dalespeople.

There was then an insinuating smoothness in his speech, a flattering, almost fawning glibness of tongue, which the simple folks knew no art to withstand.

He seemed abundantly grateful for some unexplained benefits received from Ralph.