37/43 "Let me go, for God's sake, let me go! I will pay, that I will, by God. By God, hunger drove me to it ... the children are squalling, thou knowest thyself how it is. It's hard on a man, that it is." "All the same, don't go a-thieving." "My horse," continued the peasant, "there's my horse, take it if you choose ... |