Ah, do not frown on me!" "Thou--the child of knightly fathers--thou labour!" said Adam, an instinct of his former state of gentle-born and high-hearted youth flashing from his eyes.

"It was wrong in thee!" "Dost thou not labour too ?" "Ay, but for the world.

Well, the gold!" Sibyll rose, and modestly throwing over her form the old mantle which lay on the pallet, passed to a corner of the room, and opening a chest, took from it the gipsire, and held it out to her father.
"If it please thee, dear and honoured sir, so be it; and Heaven prosper it in thy hands!" Before Adam's clutch could close on the gipsire, a rude hand was laid on his shoulder, the gipsire was snatched from Sibyll, and the gaunt, half-clad form of old Madge interposed between the two.
"Eh, sir!" she said, in her shrill, cracked tone, "I thought when I heard your door open, and your step hurrying down, you were after no good deeds.

Fie, master, fie! I have clung to you when all reviled, and when starvation within and foul words without made all my hire; for I ever thought you a good and mild man, though little better than stark wode.

But, augh! to rob your child thus, to leave her to starve and pine! We old folks are used to it.