This will be a rare shog to poor Sir Oliver ; he will turn paper colour ; he will pray like a windmill . '' They took up the old archer , and carried him between them into his house , where he had dwelt alone . And there they laid him on the floor , out of regard for the mattress , and sought , as best they might , to straighten and compose his limbs . Appleyard 's house was clean and bare . There was a bed , with a blue cover , a cupboard , a great chest , a pair of joint-stools , a hinged table in the chimney corner , and hung upon the wall the old soldier 's armoury of bows and defensive armour . Hatch began to look about him curiously . `` Nick had money , '' he said . `` He may have had three score pounds put by . I would I could light upo n't ! When ye lose an old friend , Master Richard , the best consolation is to heir him . See , now , this chest . I would go a mighty wager there is a bushel of gold therein . He had a strong hand to get , and a hard hand to keep withal , had Appleyard the archer . Now may God rest his spirit ! Near eighty year he was afoot and about , and ever getting ; but now he 's on the broad of his back , poor shrew , and no more lacketh ; and if his chattels came to a good friend , he would be merrier , methinks , in heaven . '' `` Come , Hatch , '' said Dick , `` respect his stone-blind eyes . Would ye rob the man before his body ? Nay , he would walk ! '' Hatch made several signs of the cross ; but by this time his natural complexion had returned , and he was not easily to be dashed from any purpose . It would have gone hard with the chest had not the gate sounded , and presently after the door of the house opened and admitted a tall , portly , ruddy , black-eyed man of near fifty , in a surplice and black robe .
`` XXXXX '' -- the newcomer was saying , as he entered ; but he stopped dead .
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