Don't you remember my measuring you ?" Hereupon going to the closet, the Squire brought out a pair of new boots.

They were fitted with false heels.

Unscrewing these, the Squire showed Israel the papers concealed beneath.

They were of a fine tissuey fibre, and contained much writing in a very small compass.

The boots, it need hardly be said, had been particularly made for the occasion.
"Walk across the room with them," said the Squire, when Israel had pulled them on.
"He'll surely be discovered," smiled Horne Tooke.