"Who is he, Mr.Dent?
Do you know ?" "No, not from Adam's mule.

He's old Thatcher's man.

That's all I know about him." "He is Mr.Thatcher's man?
Oh!" said Moira, "Mr.Thatcher's servant." A subtle note of disappointment sounded in her voice.
"Servant, Moira ?" said Allan in a shocked tone.

"Wipe out the thought.
There is no such thing as servant west of the Great Lakes in this country.

A man may help me with my work for a consideration, but he is no servant of mine as you understand the term, for he considers himself just as good as I am and he may be considerably better." "Oh, Allan," protested his sister with flushing face, "I know.