High up, like a god, sat the drayman, his little slits of eyes above huge red cheeks fixed immovably on his horses' crests.
The two medical men stood leaning upon it, waiting for the drayman to depart.
“Oh, Oliver,” said the drayman, and a fine burst of intelligence p. 197lighted up his broad English countenance.
The drayman produced his bottle, along with his tin pannikin.
She caught the drayman who had unloaded the furniture and hired him to take the desk at once to the Hathaway residence.
