I took some fine fish on Monday--one salmon of ten pounds' weight, the largest I've got the whole season .-- I brought it with me to-day to the Abbey.

There's an otter in the river, and I won't hunt him till you come, Tom.

I shall see you on Thursday, eh ?" Receiving an answer in the affirmative, squire Nicholas walked on, nodding right and left, jesting with the farmers, and ogling their pretty wives and daughters.
"I tell you what, cousin Dick," he said, calling after Richard Assheton, who had got in advance of him, "I'll match my dun nag against your grey gelding for twenty pieces, that I reach the boundary line of the Rough Lee lands before you to-morrow.

What, you won't have it?
You know I shall beat you--ha! ha! Well, we'll try the speed of the two tits the first day we hunt the stag in Bowland Forest.

Odds my life!" he cried, suddenly altering his deportment and lengthening his visage, "if there isn't our parson here.