CHAPTER VIII£ s. d.
SAILOR: Faith, d**k Reede, it is to little end:
His conscience is too liberal, and he too niggardly
To part from anything may do thee good....
REEDE: If prayers and fair entreaties will not serve,
Or make no battery in his flinty breast,
I'll curse the carle, and see what that will do.
Arden of Feversham.
The gardener walked up to the table with a slightly belligerent air, as though he had an idea that the police were there for the sole purpose of preventing him from exercising his lawful right to obtain payment of forty pounds. He admitted, briefly, when questioned, that his name was Frank Crutchley and that he was accustomed to attend to the garden one day a week at Talboys for a stipend of five shillings per diem, putting in the rest of his time doing odd job
