"It is a noble prayer," he remarked, putting on his hat again, "and it was taught to me by the noble Chandos himself.

But how fares it with you, father?
Methinks that I should have ruth upon you, seeing that I am myself like one who looks through a horn window while his neighbors have the clear crystal.

Yet, by St.Paul! there is a long stride between the man who hath a horn casement and him who is walled in on every hand." "Alas! fair sir," cried the blind old man, "I have not seen the blessed blue of heaven this two-score years, since a levin flash burned the sight out of my head." "You have been blind to much that is goodly and fair," quoth Sir Nigel, "but you have also been spared much that is sorry and foul.

This very hour our eyes have been shocked with that which would have left you unmoved.

But, by St.Paul! we must on, or our Company will think that they have lost their captain somewhat early in the venture.