Nearer it grew, and nearer, till presently there emerged from a side street a procession of black monks who bore in front of them a crucifix of white ivory.

Along the narrow margin which lay between the houses and the canal they marched, followed by a great multitude of silent people.
"It is a dirge for the dead that they sing," said Dame Carleon, "and yet they bury no man.

Oh! months ago I would have escaped from this city, and we had leave to go.

But then came orders from the King that we must bide here because of his creditors.

So here we bide for good and all.
Hush! I hear my husband coming; say nothing of my talk, it angers him.
Rest you well, Sir Hugh." "Truly that lady has a cheerful mind," grumbled Grey Dick, when she had gone, leaving them alone upon the balcony.