No food or shelter this side of Exeford, and the night will be black as pitch, I trow.

But it serves me right for indulging the lad, being taken with his looks so." "Cousin Tom," said mother, and trying to get so that Annie and I could not hear her; "it would be a sad and unkinlike thing for you to despise our dwelling-house.

We cannot entertain you, as the lordly inns on the road do; and we have small change of victuals.

But the men will go home, being Saturday; and so you will have the fireside all to yourself and the children.

There are some few collops of red deer's flesh, and a ham just down from the chimney, and some dried salmon from Lynmouth weir, and cold roast-pig, and some oysters.