While they were thus occupied, our jailor re-entered.
'Your beasts have trotted off,' he said, 'and--now Linton! snivelling again?
What has she been doing to you?
Come, come--have done, and get to bed.

In a month or two, my lad, you'll be able to pay her back her present tyrannies with a vigorous hand.

You're pining for pure love, are you not?
nothing else in the world: and she shall have you! There, to bed! Zillah won't be here to-night; you must undress yourself.

Hush! hold your noise! Once in your own room, I'll not come near you: you needn't fear.

By chance, you've managed tolerably.