Wives an' little 'uns may go t' workhouse or clem for aught he cares.
Philip went very red, and then more sallow than usual.

He had not been thinking of Charley Kinraid, but of quite another thing, while Daniel had told his story; but this last speech of the old man's brought up the remembrance that was always quick, do what he would to smother or strangle it.

He did not speak for a moment or two, then he said,-- 'To-day has not been like Sabbath in Monkshaven.

T' rioters, as folks call 'em, have been about all night.

They wanted to give battle to t' men-o'-war's men; and it were taken up by th' better end, and they've sent to my Lord Malton for t' militia; and they're come into t' town, and they're hunting for a justice for t' read th' act; folk do say there'll be niver a shop opened to-morrow.' This was rather a more serious account of the progress of the affair than any one had calculated upon.