I looked at his worship, and he was swearing at his foot.

So as all seemed against me, I turned sadly enough and followed my guard to the dungeon.

I cared little enough what came to me.

Ever since I set foot out of London things had gone against me.

I was steeped breast-high in disloyalty and lawlessness; I had staked my peace of mind on a rebel, and now it seemed even he had done with me.