What's here?
A big pouch, sirs, stuffed full of somewhat." "Hand it hither." The two opened the pouch; papers, papers, but no scrap of food.

Then a parchment.

They unrolled it.
"Latin," said Amyas; "you must construe, Don Scholar." "Is it possible ?" said Raleigh, after reading a moment.

"This is indeed a prize! This is Saunders himself!" Yeo sprang up from the body as if he had touched an adder.

"Nick Saunders, the Legacy, sir ?" "Nicholas Saunders, the legate." "The villain! why did not he wait for me to have the comfort of killing him?
Dog!" and he kicked the corpse with his foot.
"Quiet! quiet! Remember the poor girl," said Amyas, as she shrieked at the profanation, while Raleigh went on, half to himself: "Yes, this is Saunders.