“Leastways, not in an ordinary manner of speaking. Yet I feel somehow, if I may make so free, as ’ow we’ve met before.”

Now here's someone Liza could never forget, leastways not while she still remembered anything at all.

The Treegap constable knelt over the sprawled body of the man in the yellow suit, and then he said, “He ain’t dead. Leastways, not yet.”