"What woman?" cried the stranger, in sharp accents. "Like you in face, and bearing about her signs of hard travel."
"Did she speak to you? Why do you question me about her? By what right?"
"There is no particular right in question that I can see?" said Basil. "I spoke to her as I am speaking to you, and asked if I could serve her."
"And she!"
"Was as uncivil as yourself, and declined my offer of assistance."
"She acted well. We are not beggars. For my incivility, that is how you take it. You misconstrue me."
"I am glad to hear it. You seem tired."
"I have been walking all day and all night, and all day and all night again, for more days and nights than I care to count I have done nothing but walk, walk, walk, since my arrival at this world's end."
"Have you but just arrived?"
"Yes, but just arrived, wearied and worn out with nothing but walking, walking, walking. Is that what this world's end was made for?"