Thomas Hardy,
Desperate Remedies — 6. FROM MIDNIGHT TO HALF-PAST ONE A.M.
(1871)
“ There was the gig which had obstructed him, standing in the middle of the road; a jaded horse harnessed to it, but no human being in or near the vehicle.'Do you know whose gig this is?' he said to the woman.'No,' she said sullenly. But she did recognize it as the steward's.'I'll swear it's Manston's! Come, I can hear it by your tone. However, you needn't say anything which may criminate you. What forethought the man must have had--how carefully he must have considered possible contingencies! ”
