You know how I love you, and what I would do for you; but this one thing I cannot do.' 'But why should you belong to that profession ?' she burst out.

'I have got this large house; why can't you marry me, and live here with us, and not be a Methodist preacher any more?
I assure you, Richard, it is no harm, and I wish you could only see it as I do! We only carry it on in winter: in summer it is never done at all.

It stirs up one's dull life at this time o' the year, and gives excitement, which I have got so used to now that I should hardly know how to do 'ithout it.

At nights, when the wind blows, instead of being dull and stupid, and not noticing whether it do blow or not, your mind is afield, even if you are not afield yourself; and you are wondering how the chaps are getting on; and you walk up and down the room, and look out o' window, and then you go out yourself, and know your way about as well by night as by day, and have hairbreadth escapes from old Latimer and his fellows, who are too stupid ever to really frighten us, and only make us a bit nimble.' 'He frightened you a little last night, anyhow: and I would advise you to drop it before it is worse.' She shook her head.

'No, I must go on as I have begun.