Her reverie, for lack of material, seemed to have come to nothing fresh.

She determined to prefer her request again to Bates.
She walked round the house and came to the shed door.

In this shed large kettles and other vessels for potash-making were set up, but in front of these Bates and his man were at work making a rude pinewood coffin.

The servant was the elder of the two.

He had a giant-like, sinewy frame and a grotesquely small head; his cheeks were round and red like apples, and his long whiskers evidently received some attention from his vanity; it seemed an odd freak for vanity to take, for all the rest of him was rough and dirty.