"I would that all men were of thy way of thinking." "He would have sold me with his acres," the other cried, in a voice which was hoarse with passion.

"'The man, the woman and their litter'-- so ran the words of the dotard bailiff.

Never a bullock on the farm was sold more lightly.

Ha! he may wake some black night to find the flames licking about his ears--for fire is a good friend to the poor man, and I have seen a smoking heap of ashes where over night there stood just such another castlewick as Ashby." "This is a lad of mettle!" shouted another of the laborers.

"He dares to give tongue to what all men think.