The hands and legs were cramped up, and the trunk bowed together, as if the man had died of cold or famine.

Yeo drew back the clothes from the thin bosom, while the girl screamed and wept, but made no effort to stop him.
"Ask her who it is?
Yeo, you know a little Irish," said Amyas.
He asked, but the girl made no answer.

"The stubborn jade won't tell, of course, sir.

If she were but a man, I'd make her soon enough." "Ask her who killed him ?" "No one, she says; and I believe she says true, for I can find no wound.
The man has been starved, sirs, as I am a sinful man.

God help him, though he is a priest; and yet he seems full enough down below.