Poor wretches! they were fighting for no principle, true or false, only for bare life.

They would have bartered their very souls for a mouthful of bread.
"You must promise to be peaceable," said John again, very resolutely, as soon as he could obtain a hearing.

"You are Norton Bury folk, I know you.

I could get every one of you hanged, even though Abel Fletcher is a Quaker.

Mind, you'll be peaceable ?" "Ay--ay! Some'at to eat; give us some'at to eat." John Halifax called out to Jael; bade her bring all the food of every kind that there was in the house, and give it to him out of the parlour-window.