ABSTRACT
I had not been long alone under the roof of my farmer, before I received a visit from Holloway. It is sufficiently obvious with what feelings I met him. Toleration, and a search for topics of favourable construction, was no part of my character. He approached me with an air of great self-complacency. His figure was what is commonly termed portly, though the activity of his thoughts gave to it occasionally an unexpected adroitness; and it was clothed upon this occasion with an ample portion of drapery, his pockets being further swelled / with accounts, inventories, leases, and bonds.
