“Which is his house?”
“Down by the mill-dam.”
“Do you think he would give me a warm reception?”
“No doubt of it, he couldn’t do otherwise to one who has put himself out of the way to oblige him as you have.”
“Thank you, good day,” said the Jew.
“Good day,” said the miller, with a trembling lip.
And the horsemen parted company.
For many weary miles the Jew travelled on through sleet, and wind, and rain.
The storm was very severe, and the clouds were rolling with heavy thunder.
It was towards eleven o’clock at night when Barnabas came near to the village of Darlington.