"Do have pity--I am so wretched; it is only a little favour I ask
of you."
"No, no, I was deceived yesterday."
But the man answered, "All the world are not deceivers. Don't be
afraid."
The old woman rises to go to the fire, and as she stoops to take it,
[101] the man seizes the flint and escapes, running as if he would
break his feet. But the old woman runs as fast as our runner; but
she only catches him as he is jumping into the ship; she tears off
the shirt, and the skin of his neck and back with it, and he falls
into the ship.