I get slack if things go wrong, and if I slouched about, brooding, when I ought to be at work, it would make you worse." Sadie smiled.

"That's very nice, Bob; but how much are you thinking about me and how much about yourself ?" "To tell the truth, I don't know," Charnock replied with naive honesty.
"Anyhow, I am thinking about you." "That is what I like, but there's no use in talking.

Since I can make this business go I can run a farm, and see no other way.

My plan's made and I'm going to put it over." Charnock was silent for some moments and then turned to her with a look in his face she had not seen.
"I don't want to farm, but if you can stand it for my sake, I must try.
You will need some patience, Sadie--I may break out at times if the strain gets too hard.

One can't help running away when one is something of a cur.