But I'd rather not shoot you, poor, starving fellows! I know what it is to be hungry.

I'm sorry for you--sorry from the bottom of my heart." There was no mistaking that compassionate accent, nor the murmur which followed it.
"But what must us do, Mr.Halifax ?" cried Jacob Baines: "us be starved a'most.

What's the good o' talking to we ?" John's countenance relaxed.

I saw him lift his head and shake his hair back, with that pleased gesture I remember so well of old.

He went down to the locked gate.
"Suppose I gave you something to eat, would you listen to me afterwards ?" There arose up a frenzied shout of assent.