They scrambled for the stuff like pigs round a trough, and the woman Isobel threatened with her nails any one who would prevent her.

I was black ashamed to enter prison with such a crew, and withdrew myself as far distant as the chamber allowed me.
I had no better task than to look round me at those who had tenanted the place before our coming.

There were three women, decent-looking bodies, who talked low in whispers and knitted.

The men were mostly countryfolk, culled, as I could tell by their speech, from the west country, whose only fault, no doubt, was that they had attended some field-preaching.

One old man, a minister by his dress, sat apart on a stone bench, and with closed eyes communed with himself.