"You'll be careful, very careful," I said anxiously.
"Iss."
"And what time may I expect you?"
"'T'll be dark at vive o'clock," he said, like one musing, "little Eli'll be 'ere by seven. Eli c'n zee, aw, iss, iss," and then he went on talking to himself, uttering all sorts of wild ejaculations.
"What do you mean by talking so strangely?" I said, but he gave me no answer.
"You watch, Maaster Jasper," he said, significantly—"watch. The Trezidders be'ant a-bait yet. Besides, there's the
"Priests all shaved,
Clothed in black,
Convent walls,
Screws and rack."