Zachariah touched him gently, and pushed the plate and
jug to him. He looked at Zachariah, and without saying a word,
devoured it greedily. He just had time to finish, for the landlord,
entering the room, roughly ordered them to turn out. Out they went
accordingly.
"The Lord in heaven curse them!" exclaimed Zachariah's companion when
they were in the road. "I could have ripped 'em up, every one of
'em. My wife is in bed with her wits a-wandering, and there a'nt a
lump of coal, nor a crumb of bread, nor a farthing in the house."
"Hush, my friend, cursing is of no use."
"Ah! it's all very well to talk; you've got money maybe."
"Not much. I too have no work, no lodging, and I'm driven away from
home. Here's half of what's left."
"What a sinner I am!" said the other. "You wouldn't think it, to
hear me go on as I did, but I am a Methodist. The last two or three
days, though, I've been like a raving madman. That's the worst of
it. Starvation has brought the devil into me. I'm not a-going to
take all that though, master; I'll take some of it; and if ever I
prayed to the Throne of Grace in my life, I'll pray for you. Who are
you? Where are you going?"
Zachariah felt that he could safely trust him, and told him what had
happened.
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