Her voice trembled as she spoke: "What do you want ?" "Why did you bring that man here ?" "Because he is wounded." "Such scoundrels are better dead." "I don't think so.

Nor do I think him a scoundrel." "He came here to attack landlords--to attack ME.

ME! And YOU bring him to MY house and with that RABBLE.

It's outrageous! Monstrous!" "I couldn't leave him with those heartless wretches to die in their hands." "He leaves here the moment a doctor has attended him." "Very well.

Is that all ?" "No, it isn't!" Kingsnorth tried to control his anger.