How on earth could anybody be so _certain_?
It was monstrous that any one should be.

It was canting stuff.
Still, next day, hearing by chance that the new-comer was going to preach at a hamlet the other side of Clough End, he went, found a large mixed meeting mostly of mill-hands, and the tide of Revivalism rolling high.

This time Mr.Dyson picked him out at once--the face and head indeed were easily remembered.

After the sermon, when the congregation were filing out, leaving behind those more particularly distressed in mind to be dealt with more intimately in a small prayer-meeting by Mr.Dyson and a prayer-leader, the minister suddenly stepped aside from a group of people he was talking with, and touched David on the arm as he was making for the door.
'Won't you stay ?' he said peremptorily.

'Don't trifle with the Lord.' And his feverish divining eyes seemed to look the boy through and through.