1 She came back, with some bread and meat and a little mug of beer.
2 I found Herbert dining on cold meat, and delighted to welcome me back.
3 Around his neck was slung a tin bottle, as I had often seen his meat and drink slung about him in other days.
4 The bread and meat were acceptable, and the beer was warming and tingling, and I was soon in spirits to look about me.
5 She put the mug down on the stones of the yard, and gave me the bread and meat without looking at me, as insolently as if I were a dog in disgrace.
6 The bull-like proceeding last mentioned, besides that it was unquestionably to be regarded in the light of a liberty, was particularly disagreeable just after bread and meat.
7 That, if Joe knew it, I never afterwards could see him glance, however casually, at yesterday's meat or pudding when it came on to-day's table, without thinking that he was debating whether I had been in the pantry.
8 Nothing less than the frosty light of the cheerful sky, the sight of people passing beyond the bars of the court-yard gate, and the reviving influence of the rest of the bread and meat and beer, would have brought me round.