Yes, sir, under pretense (that is a harsh word, but I can't help it) of keeping out the rain.

Your rain is a _bugbear;_ it never rains, it never will rain.

You are killing yourself almost to make me comfortable in this place.

Comfortable ?" She began to tremble all over with excitement long restrained.

"And do you really suppose you can make me live on like this, by building me a nice hut.