He'll soon take his coat off the rack like the rest, and happen it fits him, very well.

Take back your box, boy--or stay, let's have a look in't." The jailer was a man not devoid of wisdom.

Fine clothes sometimes went with a long purse, and a long purge might do wonders to help the comfort of any prisoner in London, as well as the comfort of his keeper.

Truly his eyes opened wide as he saw the contents of the box.

He felt the lapel of the coat, passing it approvingly between his thumb and finger.
"Well, e'en set ye down the box, lad," said he, "and wait till I see where Mr.Law has gone.