“Yes, yes, I have not forgotten,” interrupted Learmont. “Will it please you to describe to me this man, Jacob Gray, again, who kept the—the girl in such a state of bondage?”
“Certainly, sir. About the middle height—”
“Humph!”
“Pale to sallowness; a small, twinkling eye, bespeaking more cunning than courage.”
“Ay—ay.”
“A skulking, timid walk, as if ever afraid of question or pursuit.”
“’Tis very strange.”
“Sir?”
“I say, ’tis very strange. I think I have quite a surprise for you in store.”
“A surprise, sir?”