And I have thought too much, and been paid out for it." "You see me in a melancholy attitude, and among melancholy surroundings." Caryl Carne offered his hand as he spoke, and Dan took it with great reverence.

"The truth is, that anger at a gross injustice, which has just come to my knowledge, drove me from my books and sad family papers, in the room beneath the roof of our good Widow Shanks.
And I needs must come down here, to think beside the sea, which seems to be the only free thing in England.

But I little expected to see you." "And I little expected to be here, Squire Carne.

But if not making too bold to ask--was it anybody that was beaten ?" "Beaten is not the right word for it, Dan; cruelly flogged and lashed, a dear young friend of mine has been, as fine a young fellow as ever lived--and now he has not got a sound place on his back.

And why?
Because he was poor, and dared to lift his eyes to a rich young lady." "But he was not flogged by his own father ?" asked Dan, deeply interested in this romance, and rubbing his back, as the pain increased with sympathy.
"Not quite so bad as that," replied the other; "such a thing would be impossible, even in England.