Chapter 26 No.26

"Ah! noble sir," young Selby said,

And finger on his lip he laid,

"This man knows much-perchance e'en more

Than he could learn by holy lore.

Still to himself he's muttering,

And shrinks as at some unseen thing.

Last night we listened at his cell;

Strange sounds we heard, and, sooth to tell,

He murmured on till morn, howe'er