A girl was approaching the Archdeacon. Her pretty eyse looked with favour on his great height, the broad-shovel hat, his heavy eyebrows, his full mouth & powerful chin, the fine black cloth of the cassock covering his broad chest, his frock coat; his black breeches, stockings, gaiters, showing a well-turned leg. Yes, there was power there – & money. @Hello, big boy! Like me to show you a good time?