We shall all go . Selden was a man of his hands ; he was like a brother to me . Well , he has gone second ; well , we shall all follow ! For what said their knave rhyme ? -- ' A black arrow in each black heart . ' Was it not so it went ? Appleyard , Selden , Smith , old Humphrey gone ; and there lieth poor John Carter , crying , poor sinner , for the priest . '' Dick gave ear . Out of a low window , hard by where they were talking , groans and murmurs came to his ear . `` Lieth he there ? '' he asked . `` Ay , in the second porter 's chamber , '' answered Hatch . `` We could not bear him further , soul and body were so bitterly at odds . At every step we lifted him , he thought to wend . But now , methinks , it is the soul that suffereth . Ever for the priest he crieth , and Sir Oliver , I wot not why , still cometh not . ` Twill be a long shrift ; but poor Appleyard and poor Selden , they had none . '' Dick stooped to the window and looked in . The little cell was low and dark , but he could make out the wounded soldier lying moaning on his pallet . `` Carter , poor friend , how goeth it ? ''
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