The flame still burned straight up as steadily as ever.

There was a moment of silence, and the rain pattered drearily through it against the panes of the window.
"If you haven't got nothing more to say to me," continued the landlord, "I suppose I may go.

You don't expect your five shillings back, do you?
There's the bed I promised you, clean and comfortable.

There's the man I warranted not to disturb you, quiet in this world forever.

If you're frightened to stop alone with him, that's not my lookout.