"Lady," he said, "pray accept this little pledge from a poor stroller who would devote the best shafts in his quiver to serve you."
"I am called Rob the Stroller, my Lord Sheriff," said the archer.
The dismal man took the hint, and having mixed a glass of brandy-and-water, and slowly swallowed half of it, opened the roll of paper and proceeded, partly to read, and partly to relate, the following incident, which we find recorded on the Transactions of the Club as 'The Stroller
In the smaller public-houses, fiddles with all their might and main were squeaking out the tune to staggering feet; drunken men, oblivious of the burden of their song, joined in a senseless howl, which drowned the tinkling of the feeble bell and made them savage for their drink; vagabond groups assembled round the doors to see the stroller
woman dance, and add their uproar to the shrill flageolet and deafening drum.
Moreover, he had in the audience, a pitiless censor of his deeds and gestures, in the person of our friend Jehan Frollo du Moulin, that little student of yesterday, that "stroller
," whom one was sure of encountering all over Paris, anywhere except before the rostrums of the professors.
He was crossing the Rue Mont Blanc with every appearance of an aimless stroller
. He did not recognize me, but I made him out at some distance.
'You have one of those strollers
' children in the school.'
Touching your question, we may tell you that we are strollers and jugglers, who, having performed with much applause at Winchester fair, are now on our way to the great Michaelmas market at Ringwood.
Alleyne sat down willingly as directed with two great bundles on either side of him which contained the strollers' dresses--doublets of flame-colored silk and girdles of leather, spangled with brass and tin.
"Nay, nay, I speak not now of any strollers
, who have crept into the land to rob the lawful owners of their birth-right, but of a people who are, or rather were, what with nature and what with paint, red as the berry on the bush."
I too might ask I too might enquire I too might listen with a beating heart to fables which the wily strollers
devise to cheat us into hospitality but no The son who has disobeyed me is no longer mine; nor will I concern myself more for his fate than for that of the most worthless among the millions that ever shaped the cross on their shoulder, rushed into excess and blood-guiltiness, and called it an accomplishment of the will of God.''
We have seen no beggars in the streets by night or day; but of other kinds of strollers