We turned on the top of the bank.

And there the old clergyman was planted on the moorside, and watching us intently from under his hollowed hands.
"Well, I'm hanged!" exclaimed Rattray, as the hands fell and their owner beat a hasty retreat.

My companion said no more; indeed, for some minutes we pursued our way in silence.

And I thought that it was with an effort that he broke into sudden inquiries concerning my journey and my comfort at the cottage.
This gave me an opportunity of thanking him for his little attentions.
"It was awfully good of you," said I, taking his arm as though I had known him all my life; nor do I think there was another living man with whom I would have linked arms at that time.
"Good ?" cried he.

"Nonsense, my dear sir! I'm only afraid you find it devilish rough.