Vol.1 f.050 recto

fit to tackle a Chief Justice.
The stranger suffered a short pause to elapse, and then asked abruptly, " What do you mean?,
[f.50 recto]"More than you think for, friend,' returned John Willet.' Perhaps there's more meaning in them words than you suspect.'
" Perhaps there is,' said the strange man, gruffly; " but what the devil do you speak in such mysteries for? You tell me, first, that a man is not alive, nor yet dead -- then, that he's not dead in a common sort of way -- then, that you mean a great deal more than I think for. To tell you the truth, you may do that easily; for so far as I can make out, you mean nothing. What[1do]1 you mean, I ask again?