There he stands, threatening my life every minute that the wind do blow.

He'll come down upon us and squat us dead; and what will ye do when the life on your property is taken away ?" "Never you mind me--that's of no consequence," said Giles.

"Think of yourself alone." He looked out of the window in the direction of the woodman's gaze.
The tree was a tall elm, familiar to him from childhood, which stood at a distance of two-thirds its own height from the front of South's dwelling.

Whenever the wind blew, as it did now, the tree rocked, naturally enough; and the sight of its motion and sound of its sighs had gradually bred the terrifying illusion in the woodman's mind that it would descend and kill him.

Thus he would sit all day, in spite of persuasion, watching its every sway, and listening to the melancholy Gregorian melodies which the air wrung out of it.