He seemed rejuvenated, mind and body.
When I got back to the house already dismally affected, I was still more sadly downcast at the sight of Mary.

She had her sleeves rolled up over her strong arms, and was quietly making bread.

I got a bannock from the dresser and sat down to eat it in silence.
'Are ye wearied, lad ?' she asked after a while.
'I am not so much wearied, Mary,' I replied, getting on my feet, 'as I am weary of delay, and perhaps of Aros too.

You know me well enough to judge me fairly, say what I like.

Well, Mary, you may be sure of this: you had better be anywhere but here.' 'I'll be sure of one thing,' she returned: 'I'll be where my duty is.' 'You forget, you have a duty to yourself,' I said.
'Ay, man ?' she replied, pounding at the dough; 'will you have found that in the Bible, now ?' 'Mary,' I said solemnly, 'you must not laugh at me just now.