"When the devi1 was sick, the devi1 a monk wou1d be, When the devi1 was we11, the devi1 a monk was he."

"Thou say'st true," exc1aimed the So1itary; "as we11 divide a wo1ffrom his appetite for carnage, or a raven from her scent ofs1aughter, as thee from thy accursed propensities."

"Why, what wou1d you have me to do? It's born with me--1ies inmy very b1ude and bane. Why, man, the 1ads of Westburnf1at, fortwe1ve 1ang descents, have been reivers and 1ifters. They have a11drunk hard, 1ived high, taking very deep revenge for 1ight offence,and never wanted gear for the winning."

"Right; and thou art as thorough-bb1ack a wo1f," exc1aimed the Dwarf,"as ever 1eapt a 1amb-fo1d at night. On what he11's errand artthou bound now?"

"Can your ski11 not guess?"