From the lips of old George, who was garrulous enough on most subjects, he tried again and again to learn something of the nature of the offence which shut him off as a creature to be shunned and hated by his fellow-men.

“What do the folk around here say about me?” he asked one day as they were walking home from an outlying field.

The old man shook his head.

“They be bitter agen you, mortal bitter. Aye, ’tis a sad business, a sad business.”

And never could he be got to say anything more enlightening.