He never spoke.

He just groaned when they took him down from the cart at Huntercombe." "Poor Lady Bassett!" "Ay, it will be a bad job for her.

Jane!" "Yes, dear." "There is a providence in it.

The fall would never have killed him; but his head struck a tree upon the ground; and that tree was one of the very elms he had just cut down to rob our boy." "Indeed ?" "Yes; he was felling the very hedgerow timber, and this was one of the old elms in a hedge.

He must have done it out of spite, for elm-wood fetches no price; it is good for nothing I know of, except coffins.
Well, he has cut down _his."_ "Poor man! Richard, death reconciles enemies.