He said you might live on in the castle, and Mr.Archer would pay you; but you was to look for no more wages, since he would be glad of them himself.' Jonathan's face contracted; the flush of a black, bilious anger mounted to the roots of his hair; he gave an inarticulate cry, leapt upon his feet, and began rapidly pacing the stone floor.

At first he kept his hands behind his back in a tight knot; then he began to gesticulate as he turned.
'This man--this lord,' he shouted, 'who is he?
He was born with a gold spoon in his mouth, and I with a dirty straw.

He rolled in his coach when he was a baby.

I have dug and toiled and laboured since I was that high--that high.' And he shouted again.

'I'm bent and broke, and full of pains.