’Now，wait，ma’am。Idon’tsay’twerealowsmell，mindye。’Twereahighsmell，asortofgameyflaviour，callingtomindvenisonandhare，justasyou’dexpectofagreatsquire，——notlikeapoorman’s’natomy，atall;andthatwaswhatstrengthenedmyfaiththat’twasSirBlount。’
（’Theskinsthatoldcoatwasmadeof，’ruminatedSwithin。）
’Well，well;I’venotheldoutagainstthefigureo’starvationthesefive—and—twentyyear，onnineshillingsaweek，tobeafeardofawalkingvapour，sweetorsavoury，’saidHezzy。’Sohere’shome—along。’
’Bideabitlonger，andI’mgoingtoo，’continuedFry。’Well，whenIfound’twasSirBlountmyspetdriedupwithinmymouth;forneitherhedgenorbushwerethereforrefugeagainstanyfoulspring’amighthavemadeatus。’
’’Twasverycurious;butwehadlikewisea—mentionedhisnamejustafore，intalkingoftheconfirmationthat’sshortlycomingon，’