Then he went indoors for ointment and plaster, the flame of the powder having scorched him severely.
Later he had the bent guelder (which had diverted the bullet) fastened to a little gold chain, and his wife wore it always on the front of her bodice.

Finally it became an heirloom in a thriving Dutch family.
But he was a very slow man, and all this took a considerable time.
Meanwhile we have left Tristram running, about thirty yards ahead of his foremost enemy.
He gained the end of the quiet suburb, still maintaining his distance, and scanned the landscape in front.

Evening was descending fast.

To his right he saw the waters of a broad canal glimmering under the grey sky.

Straight before him the high-road ran, without so much as a tree to shelter him, for miles.