Then he heard Hendon say —
“I will not wait longer. I cannot wait longer. He has lost his way in this thick wood. Which direction took he? Quick — point it out to me.”
“He — but wait; I will go with thee.”
“Good — good! Why, truly thou art better than thy looks. Marry I do not think there’s not another archangel with so right a heart as thine. Wilt ride? Wilt take the wee donkey that’s for my boy, or wilt thou fork thy holy legs over this ill-conditioned slave of a mule that I have provided for myself? — and had been cheated in too, had he cost but the indifferent sum of a month’s usury on a brass farthing let to a tinker out of work.”
“No —