I have been shut up here before, and dreaming of some such day as this, I have worked my way through one of yon stout bars to the window; and it will fall out now with a touch.

Night falls early in these dark November days.

When the great clock in the tower of the Chase tolls eight strokes, then steal thou from the house bearing some victuals in a wallet, and my good sword and dagger and belt.

Meet me by the ruined chantry where we have sat so oft.

I will then tell thee all that is in my heart--for which time lacks me to speak now.
"Hist! there is his returning step.