And when the fly passed him he
was lying discreetly hidden behind an old oak. The driver, however, had
caught a glimpse of him as he was topping a hill, and having seen him
about on the previous day, and perceiving that he was dressed in a
decent coat and trousers, and that, nevertheless, he was not a
gentleman, began to suspect that he was somebody. There was a great
deal said afterwards about Bozzle in Mrs Clegg's yard at Lessboro'; but
the Lessboro' mind was never able to satisfy itself altogether
respecting Bozzle and his mission. As to Colonel Osborne and his
mission, the Lessboro' mind did satisfy itself with much certainty. The
horse was hardly taken from out of Colonel Osborne's fly in Mrs
Crocket's yard when Bozzle stepped into the village by a path which he
had already discovered, and soon busied himself among the tombs in the
churchyard. Now, one corner of the churchyard was immediately opposite
to the iron gate leading into the Clock House. 'Drat 'un,' said the
wooden-legged postman, still sitting on his donkey, to Mrs Crocket's
ostler, 'if there be'ant the chap as was here yesterday when I was a
starting, and I zeed 'un in Lezbro' Street thick very morning.
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