"She's dawngerous." "Firrups tak her!" replied Phil Eawson.

"Boh who the dole's that?
Ey didna notice him efore, an he's neaw one o' our party." The latter observation was occasioned by the entrance of a tall personage, in the garb of a Cistertian monk, who issued from one of the doorways in the screen, and glided towards the upper table, attracting general attention and misgiving as he proceeded.

His countenance was cadaverous, his lips livid, and his eyes black and deep sunken in their sockets, with a bistre-coloured circle around them.

His frame was meagre and bony.

What remained of hair on his head was raven black, but either he was bald on the crown, or carried his attention to costume so far as to adopt the priestly tonsure.