'Set a beggar on horseback, and he will ride--back to the inn!' 'Keep a civil tongue, will you!' I answered, scowling at him.
'Have you finished ?' he retorted.
I rose, without deigning to reply, and, going to the fire, drew off my boots, which were wet through.

He, on the instant, swept off the wine and loaf to the cupboard, and then, coming back for the platter I had used, took it, opened the back door, and went out, leaving the door ajar.

The draught which came in beat the flame of the lamp this way and that, and gave the dingy, gloomy room an air still more miserable.

I rose angrily from the fire, and went to the door, intending to close it with a bang.
But when I reached it, I saw something, between door and jamb, which stayed my hand.

The door led to a shed in which the housewife washed pots and the like.