She shook her head in a remonstrating way, but her eyes filled.
He turned away, and, rousing all his generous manhood, said, "Now you must both eat something, before you go." He produced a Yorkshire pie, and some bread, and a bottle of wine.

He gave Mr.Coventry a saucepan, and set him to heat the wine; then turned up his sleeves to the shoulder, blew his bellows, and, with his pincers, took a lath of steel and placed it in the white embers.

"I have only got one knife, and you won't like to eat with that.

I must forge you one apiece." Then Grace came out, and stood looking on, while he forged knives, like magic, before the eyes of his astonished guests.

Her feet were now as warm as a toast, and her healthy young body could resist all the rest.
She stood, with her back to the nearest pew, and her hands against the pew too, and looked with amazement, and dreamy complacency, at the strange scene before her: a scene well worthy of Salvator Rosa; though, in fact, that painter never had the luck to hit on so variegated a subject.
Three broad bands of light shot from the fires, expanding in size, but weakening in intensity.