But none are true now; all are liars.

This man will know me--and will deny me, too, like the rest." The old man gazed around the room, glanced at each face in turn, and finally said-- "I see none here but paltry knaves, scum o' the streets.

Which is he ?" The jailer laughed.
"Here," he said; "scan this big animal, and grant me an opinion." The old man approached, and looked Hendon over, long and earnestly, then shook his head and said-- "Marry, THIS is no Hendon--nor ever was!" "Right! Thy old eyes are sound yet.

An' I were Sir Hugh, I would take the shabby carle and--" The jailer finished by lifting himself a-tip-toe with an imaginary halter, at the same time making a gurgling noise in his throat suggestive of suffocation.

The old man said, vindictively-- "Let him bless God an' he fare no worse.