Raban, who begged for blood-money, was counting the copper coins which he had received.

Red-haired Gitta was sewing another patch of cloth upon her rough husband's already well-mended jerkin by the dim light of a small lamp, into which she had put some fat and a bit of rag for a wick.

It was difficult to thread the needle.

Had it not been for the yellow blaze of the pitchpans fastened to the wall with iron clamps, which had already been burning an hour, she could scarcely have succeeded.
"Make room there," the waiter called to the vagrants, giving the sleeping Jungel a push with his club foot.

The latter grasped his crutch, as he had formerly seized the sword he carried as a foot soldier ere he lost his leg before Padua.