He eyed it curiously; and she scowled at him and hurried on.
"Hallo," he said.
She continued for a few steps, but her courage failed her and she stopped.
"You are Mrs.Hickling, I think ?" "Yes, please your worship." "You are the woman who carried away an old wooden gate that lay on Sir Charles Brandon's land last winter and used it for firewood.

You were imprisoned for seven days for it." "You may send me there again if you like," she retorted, in a cracked voice, as she turned at bay.

"But the Lord will make me even with you some day.

Cursed be them that oppress the poor and needy; it is one of the seven deadly sins." "Those green laths on your back are the remainder of my garden gate," he said.

"You took the first half last Saturday.