A free citizen does not respond too readily to the wishes of those who happen to require something of him.
"SACRRRES ARISTOS!" he murmured, and once more spat upon the ground.
Then he went very slowly up to a dresser which stood in a corner of the room; from this he took an old pewter soup-tureen and slowly, and without a word, he handed it to his better-half, who, in the same silence, began filling the tureen with the soup out of her stock-pot.
Marguerite had watched all these preparations with absolute horror; were it not for the earnestness of her purpose, she would incontinently have fled from this abode of dirt and evil smells.
"Faith! our host and hostess are not cheerful people," said Sir Andrew, seeing the look of horror on Marguerite's face.

"I would I could offer you a more hearty and more appetising meal.

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but I think you will find the soup eatable and the wine good; these people wallow in dirt, but live well as a rule." "Nay! I pray you, Sir Andrew," she said gently, "be not anxious about me.