His was the voice to burst forth in the rich melodies of that equivocal piecehe was the gentleman who, if ruined by excess, could become the highwaymanhis was the dashing, manly style to ensnare either a Polly or a Lucy.

Then I crept upstairs to see what was going on, but finding Polly and little John were still both fast asleep, I came back to him.

"I didn't want Polly for the money; I always doubted if she got it; and I never wished her to make herself a slave to anybody.