"What's the matter?
Is anything afire ?" From the blackness of the rain and fog emerged a vague shape.
"It's me, Mrs.Deacon; Seth Atkins, down to the Lights, you know.

I've left my horse and carriage in your barn.

Josh--he's the horse--is gone lame and played himself out.

He can't walk another step.

I've unharnessed him and left him in the stall.