For his father, like all Welshmen, loved the mountains.

Yet here he lived, exhorting, ministering, aiding, supported up to high good cheer by some, it seemed, superhuman backbone of uprightness;--his religious faith?
Well, if so, the thing might be studied.

But things of the frozen senses, lean and hueless things, were as repellent to Gower's imagination as his father's dishes to an epicure.

What he envied was, the worthy old man's heart of feeling for others: his feeling at present for the girl Sarah Winch and her sister Madge, who had not been heard of since she started for the fight.

Mr.Woodseer had written to her relatives at the Wells, receiving no consolatory answer.
He was relieved at last; and still a little perplexed.