Man or woman, with rails or without 'em, Mother Flounder doesn't mind, but ghosts--no! Also Mistress Stower is a witch, and might lay a curse on me; and those nuns are full of crinks and cranks, and can pray an honest soul to death." "Come, come, my time is short.

What is it you want, woman?
Out with it." "The inn there at the ford--your Lordship, will need a tenant next month.

It's a good paying house for those who know how to keep their mouths shut and to look the other way, and through vile scandal and evil slanderers, such as the Smith girl, my business isn't what it was.

Now if I could have it without rent for the first two years, till I had time to work up the trade----" The Abbot, who could bear no more of the creature, rose from his chair and said sharply-- "I will remember.

Yes, I will promise.