She did drag out her scraps and a bowl of milk, which might hold
perhaps a quart. There was a fragment of bread, a morsel of cold
potato-cake, and the bone of a leg of kid. "And is that all?" said
he. But as he spoke he fleshed his teeth against the bone as a dog
would have done.

"It is the best I have," she said; "I wish it were better, and you
should have had it without violence, as you have suffered so long
from hunger."

"Bah! Better; yes! You would give the best no doubt, and set the
hell hounds on my track the moment I am gone. I know how much I
might expect from your charity."

"I would have fed you for pity's sake," she answered.

"Pity! Who are you, that you should dare to pity me! By -, my
young woman, it is I that pity you. I must cut your throat unless
you give me money. Do you know that?"

"Money! I have got no money."

"I'll make you have some before I go. Come; don't move till I have
done." And as he spoke to her he went on tugging at the bone, and
swallowing the lumps of stale bread. He had already finished the
bowl of milk. "And, now," said he, "tell me who I am."

"I suppose you are Aaron Trow," she answered, very slowly. He said
nothing on hearing this, but continued his meal, standing close to