The Broad Highway

and beyond the stile, a path-a path that led away over field, an

ures; and, far away though they were, I could still make out that the middle one w

bed the stile, and s

sness I had a vague recollection of having heard mention of such a name be

ssing a singularly retentive memory, more especially for names and faces, but, upon the present occasion, the more I pondered the matte

arp bend round a clump of pollard oaks, and, determined not to lose them, I hur

tream, lost itself in the small wood or coppice, that crowned the ascent. Wondering, I hastened forward

gether, to judge by their actions, while somewhat apart from these, his head bent, his hands still thrust deep in his pockets, stood Sir Jasper. And from him, for no apparent reason, my eyes wandered to the man upon the bridge-a tall, broad-shouldered fellow, in a buff

out, and now each man took his ground-Sir Jasper, still in his greatcoat, his hat over his eyes, his neckerchief loose and dangling, one hand in his pocke

red, fell, and in that instant came the report of a pistol. I saw Sir Jasper reel backward, steady himself

him, while his opponent shrugged his shoulders, and, taking off

kness came upon me, for I knew, indeed, that he would go walking back nevermore. Yet his eyes were wid

he fair earth; and, in that moment, I, for one, remembered hi