"Meat and wine are all the physic you are to have, my poor fellow." "It won't be for long, lad.

And a good job too.

For I'm a bad 'un.

I'm a bad 'un." Henry then turned to the poor woman, and tried to say something to console her, but the words stuck in his throat.

She was evidently near her confinement; and there lay her husband, worse than in his grave.
Little broke down himself, while trying to comfort her.
The sufferer heard him, and said, all of a sudden, "Hold a light here." Henry took the candle, and held it over him.
"Nay, nay, it is thy face I want to see." Henry was puzzled at the request, but did as he was asked.
Simmons gave a groan.