I couldn't see anything.The great poet introduced the topic which brought us. The old man looked delighted. "I'll make a pot of coffee. Anyone for tea..." asked the old woman. Nobody was. "I guess tea for one." The Jesuits were an interesting sort," the old man began. "All dressed the same in their dark robes but all different. They'd come to fetch apples. They picked apples which looked funny with their robes getting tangled in branches. I suppose they'd be naked otherwise. My father was a bit. A man then frightened me more than a woman, my mother I dare say knew that.I dare say, for it was the same the greater part of my early life that I went to sleep directly I laid down, usually never waking till the morning. Certainly, I must have gone fast asleep that night; Perhaps I had a little wine given me who knows, I have a sudden consciousness of light, and hear someone say, "He is fast asleep, don't make a noise"; it seemed like my mother's voice. I rouse myself and listen, the. “Why are we stopping so early?” a woman asked.A man’s voice replied. “The stable boy said the next village is a day and a half ride, so we’re not going to reach it today. We’ve got firewood and water here, so it’s as good a place to camp as any.”“I don’t understand why you’re in a rush to get to Dalewood. Isn’t it small?”“It’s a lot bigger than these villages we’ve been passing through. We can stay there for a few days, like we did in Tyrsall.”“We should have stayed in Tyrsall. It’s. 2 . . . 1 .Sandra’s eyes filled with tears and nothing else needed to be said. She sobbed for an hour. Eventually managing to squeeze out how stupid she’d been and that she’d been so flattered by the attention of the young man. She begged me for forgiveness and promised to never to ‘do anything like it’ again. I even believed her. The truth was that I was far from innocent from such activities and had little intention of making a big deal about it. But nonetheless I allowed her to beg for.