"A'n't they one?"
"No."
"Who were the British?"
"The men who are supposed to have worshipped God in this place, and who raised these stones."
"Where are they now?"
"Our forefathers slaughtered them, spilled their blood all about, especially in this neighbourhood, destroyed their pleasant places, and left not, to use their own words, one stone upon another."
"Yes, they did," said the shepherd, looking aloft at the transverse stone.
"And it is well for them they did; whenever that stone, which English hands never raised, is by English hands thrown down, woe, woe, woe to the English race; spare it, English! Hengist spared it!—Here is sixpence."
"I won't have it," said the man.