"Do you hear me, varlet?" asked De Boteler, in a furious tone, as the smith delayed an answer."Robbers! Master Tyler, nonoit is one thing to rob, and another to repay yourself, if the chance comes in your way, if you have been cheated.""Oh, Ben, don't make me go."
ONE:While Turner was thus declaiming, a singular looking being, who sat directly opposite to him, had risen, and, evidently quite unmoved by the vehemence of the smith's manner, and equally regardless of the matter of his speech, only awaited until a pause should enable him to commence his own. The man was about five feet two in height, with thick lips and a short turned-up nose, black, bushy brows, overhanging a pair of twinkling grey eyes, and a bald head, receding abruptly from the eyebrows, like those of the lower animals. The moment Turner ceased speaking, the man began, in a deep guttural voice
路见不平Eason吼
