"I leave you the lanthorn," he said.

"May it light you to a godlier frame of mind.

I shall return at daybreak." And with that he went.
Crispin yawned noisily when he was gone, and stretched himself.

Then pointing to the pallet: "Come, lad, 'tis your turn," said he.
Kenneth shivered.

"I could not sleep," he cried.