"Then you're a fool. There's no life so free and independent. You can go where you please, with no one to order you here nor there, the scene changing always, instead of being obliged to look always upon the same people and the same fields."
"What's the good of it all? I'm tired of it. I've got no home, and never had any."
"You've got no spirit. You're only fit for a farm-boy or an apprentice."
"I wish I was either one."
"Sit down here if you are tired," said the man, abruptly, throwing himself down under a wide-spreading tree by the roadside.
Tony stretched himself out at a little distance, and uttered a sign of relief as he found himself permitted to rest.
"Have you been thinking of this long?" asked Rudolph.
"Of what?"
"Of not liking to be a tramp?"