So they remained for some short time in silence.

Glancing round again, he asked at length: 'Is this your house ?' 'It is.

Why, in the name of Heaven, do you darken it ?' 'Give me meat and drink,' he answered sullenly, 'or I dare do more than that.

The very marrow in my bones is cold, with wet and hunger.

I must have warmth and food, and I will have them here.' 'You were the robber on the Chigwell road.' 'I was.' 'And nearly a murderer then.' 'The will was not wanting.