Let the boy go, men; and now you," said he, turning to me, "you ill-looking hang-dog, you, say your prayers, for to-morrow you ride to the Assizes, and then the Lord have mercy on thy black soul!" It surprised me that Sir Ludar took his release quietly, and now stood by with thunderous face, but apparently heedless of my sentence.
"Take him away there," said his worship, "and make him fast in the cellar.

These dogs are slippery vermin, so take care.

When the rope is round his neck he may wriggle to his heart's content.

Come, be off with him." I looked at Ludar, but his back was turned.

I looked at Captain Merriman, and he was smiling to himself.