He wore a pair of rude pantaloons that fitted closely to his finely made limbs, a short jacket or Wyliecoat that also fitted closely to his body, over which he wore the usual cloak of that day, which was bound about his middle with a belt and buckle, in which was stuck a middogue, or, as it ought to be written, _meadoige_, and pronounced _maddogay_.

He wore a kind of cap or _barrad_, which, as well as his cloak, could, by being turned inside out, instantly change his whole appearance, and mislead his pursuers--for he was the outlaw.

Such was the startling individual who now approached her, and at whose fierce aspect she trembled--not less from her knowledge of the natural violence of his character than from a consciousness of her interview with Woodward.
"Well, Granua (Grace)," said he, quickly and with some vehemence, "where have you been ?" "At the well," she replied; "have you eyes in your head?
Don't you see my pitcher ?" "I do; but what kept you there so long?
and why is your voice tremblin', as if you wor afeard, or did something wrong?
Why is your face pale, too ?--it's not often so." "The Lord save us, Shawn," replied Grace, attempting to treat those pointed interrogatories with a jocular spirit, "how can you expect me to answer such a catechize as you're puttin' to me at wanst." "Answer me, in the mane time," he replied; "I'll have no doubling, Granua." "Has anything vexed you, Shawn ?" "_Chorp an diaoul!_ tell me why you staid so long at the well"-- and as he spoke his eyes flashed with resentment and suspicion.
"I didn't stay long at it." "I say you did.

What kept you ?" "Why, bekaise I didn't hurry myself, but took my time.

I was often longer." "You were spakin' to some one at the well." "Ah, thin, Shawn, who would I be spakin' to ?" "Maybe I know--I believe I do--but I want now to know whether you're a liar, as I suspect you to be, or whether you are honest enough to tell the truth." "Do you suspect me, then ?" "I do suspect you; or rather I don't--bekaise I know the truth.