Harmanbeck.'

'Sir,' said the magistrate, springing up with a face fiery with
wrath.

But, with a surly nod to me, the man left the apartment; and in
a moment more the heavy footsteps of himself and his companion
were heard descending the staircase.

'Who is that man?' said my friend, turning towards me.

'A sporting gentleman, well known in the place from which I
come.'

'He appeared to know you.'

'I have occasionally put on the gloves with him.'

'What is his name?'

In the original manuscript in my possession the name 'John Thurtell' is
given as the answer to that inquiry. In the printed book the chapter
ends more abruptly as we see. The second reference is even more
dramatic. It occurs when Lavengro has a conversation with his friend the
gypsy Petulengro in a thunderstorm--when all are hurrying to the
prize-fight. Here let Borrow tell his story:

'Look up there, brother!'

I looked up. Connected with this tempest there was one feature
to which I have already alluded--the wonderful colours of the
clouds. Some were of vivid green, others of the brightest
orange, others as black as pitch. The gypsy's finger was
pointed to a particular part of the sky.

'What do you see there, brother?'

'A strange kind of cloud.'

'What does it look like, brother?'

'Something like a stream of blood.'

'That cloud foreshoweth a bloody dukkeripen.'

'A bloody fortune!' said I. 'And whom may it betide?'

'Who knows?' said the gypsy.

Down the way, dashing and splashing, and scattering man, horse,
and cart to the left and right, came an open barouche, drawn by
four smoking steeds, with postillions in scarlet jackets and
leather skull-caps. Two forms were conspicuous in it--that of
the successful bruiser, and of his friend and backer, the
sporting gentleman of my acquaintance.

'His!' said the gypsy, pointing to the latter, whose stern
features wore a smile of triumph, as, probably recognising me
in the crowd, he nodded in the direction of where I stood, as
the barouche hurried by.

There went the barouche, dashing through the rain-gushes, and
in it one whose boast it was that he was equal to 'either
fortune.' Many have heard of that man--many may be desirous of
knowing yet more of him. I have nothing to do with that ma