The cabby turned at him his enormous and inflamed countenance truculently.
“I am a night cabby, I am,” he whispered, with a sort of boastful exasperation.
In the background the cabby loitered, gnawed by insatiable curiosity.
When we shake them off, we can have the cabby take us to the hotel.
Immediately the square of darkling sky was eclipsed by the cabby's face.