The last inhabitant of these woods before me was an Irishman, Hugh Quoil
(if I have spelt his name with coil enough), who occupied Wyman's tenement -- Col.
Stumbling, mumbling, carmine-faced and shivering in his snuff-colored greatcoat, Quoil was nevertheless "a man of manners" (262).
Economic failure surely; the Collinses leave with all their possessions in one bundle, and Quoil is a pauper.
She said: "We were heading toward the Quoil
Bridge in Downpatrick when the bus seemed to slip on the side of the road.