She went up to the porter's lodge, and asked the little girl sweeping out the place if she might see Abraham Dixon.

The child stared at her, and ran into the house, bringing out her father, a great burly man, who had not yet donned either coat or waistcoat, and who, consequently, felt the morning air as rather nipping.

To him Ellinor repeated her question.
"Him as is to be hung come Saturday se'nnight?
Why, ma'am, I've nought to do with it.

You may go to the governor's house and try; but, if you'll excuse me, you'll have your walk for your pains.

Them in the condemned cells is never seen by nobody without the sheriff's order.