Therefore, if I was ready to forward him in the matter, I might avoid my pursuers, and do him a service to boot.
I hailed the offer with joy and thankfulness.

I longed for a change somewhere, I cared not where, and, if skulk I must, an errand like this would please me vastly more than hiding for a week in my master's cellar.
"Be secret," said he (meaning, I suppose, Stoupe).

"To-morrow early be ready to start to Kingston, where you may get a horse.

Meanwhile your mistress is herself making you a cloak which shall be proof against all weathers.

So good-night, Humphrey, and see you rouse yourself betimes in the morning.".