"It is he who got her out of gaol!"
"Ay, we saw him taking her to Goodlands!"
These and a hundred other disjointed cries I heard, and then I was roughly seized by many hands.
"What shall we do with him?"
"Do! Why to gaol with him!"
"This will be sugar and honey to Master Sturgeon."
"Ay, and a feather in our cap when the king hears of it!"
"We'll see now if he'll laugh at us a second time!"
All this I heard as I was dragged along, but I took but little heed. My eyes were fixed on Mistress Constance's face, and I heeded not the angry shouts of those who held me in my delight at being near her.
"Why did you do this?" I heard her say.