He was a countryman in a smock-frock, with a green patch over one of his eyes.

Something in the expression of his uncovered eye made me pause--reflect--turn away uneasily--and then look again at him furtively.

A sudden shudder ran through me from top to toe; my heart sank; and my head began to feel giddy.

The countryman in the dickey was no other than the Bow Street runner in disguise.
I kept away from the coach till the fresh horses were on the point of starting, for I was afraid to let Alicia see my face, after making that fatal discovery.

She noticed how pale I was when I got in.