Else will Jan not stop in the yard, but come within to feast his eyes on thee." "Yes, Jan," she said, smiling with a gentle complaisance which made me like her somewhat better than before, "I will look out at least once in the hour." And turning a little she smiled again at me, still holding me by the hand.

The Lubber Fiend pulled his forelock, and reaching downward his head, as if he had the power of stretching out his neck like an arm, he kissed the cold pavement where her foot had rested a moment before.

Then he rather retracted himself, serpentwise, then betook him in Christian fashion down the stair, and we heard him move out amid a babel of servatorial recriminations into the outer yard.
"A poor innocent," said the Lady Ysolinde; "one that worships me, as you see.

He is so great of stature and so uncouth that the children persecute him, and some day he may do one of them an injury.

Years ago I rescued him from an evil pack of them and brought him hither.