... inhis hand."Ay, by my faith!" cried Bennet. " ;Black, and black- feathered.Here is an ill-favoured shaft, by my sooth! for black, they say,bodes burial. And here be words written. ... presently after the door of the house opened andadmitted a tall, portly, ruddy, black- eyed man of near fifty, in asurplice and black robe."Appleyard" - the newcomer was saying, as he entered; ... Lollardy word. And black of hue, as for an omen! Sirs,this knave arrow likes me not. But it importeth rather to takecounsel. Who should this be? Bethink you, Bennet. Of so manyblack ill-willers,...