Why this preternatural felon should be obliged to wait till the door was left unlocked, was a question which did not present itself.
"It isn't Jem Rodney as has done this work, Master Marner," said the landlord.

"You mustn't be a-casting your eye at poor Jem.

There may be a bit of a reckoning against Jem for the matter of a hare or so, if anybody was bound to keep their eyes staring open, and niver to wink; but Jem's been a-sitting here drinking his can, like the decentest man i' the parish, since before you left your house, Master Marner, by your own account." "Aye, aye," said Mr.Macey; "let's have no accusing o' the innicent.
That isn't the law.

There must be folks to swear again' a man before he can be ta'en up.

Let's have no accusing o' the innicent, Master Marner." Memory was not so utterly torpid in Silas that it could not be awakened by these words.