'An example makes dwarfs of us.

When Mr.Wythan does penance for temper by descending into his mine and working among his men for a day with the pick, seated, as he showed me down below, that is an example.

If I did like that, I should have no firedamp in the breast, and not such a task to forgive, that when I succeed I kill my feelings.' The entry of Madge and Martha, the nurse-girl, with the overflowing armful of baby, changed their converse into melodious exclamations.
'Kit Ines has arrived, my lady,' Madge said.

'I saw him on the road and stopped a minute.' Mrs.Wythan studied Carinthia.

Her sharp invalid's ears had caught the name.