Not before me, though--somehow, folks don't indulge in that kind of conversation in my presence.

Lord love you, they've a kind of presentiment, so to speak, that it wouldn't be healthy for their complaint." "I am much afraid that this war has been sent as a punishment for our sins," said Cousin Sophia, unclasping her pale hands from her lap and reclasping them solemnly over her stomach.

"'The world is very evil--the times are waxing late.'" "Parson here's got something of the same idea," chuckled Norman.
"Haven't you, Parson?
That's why you preached t'other night on the text 'Without shedding of blood there is no remission of sins.' I didn't agree with you--wanted to get up in the pew and shout out that there wasn't a word of sense in what you were saying, but Ellen, here, she held me down.

I never have any fun sassing parsons since I got married." "Without shedding of blood there is no anything," said Mr.Meredith, in the gentle dreamy way which had an unexpected trick of convincing his hearers.

"Everything, it seems to me, has to be purchased by self-sacrifice.