Mr.Ancrum talked, but nothing more was to be got out of the farmer.

At last the minister turned back, saying, as he shook hands, 'Well, let me know if I can be of any use.

I have a good many friends in Manchester.

I tell you that's a boy to be proud of, Mr.Grieve, a boy of promise, if ever there was one.

But he wants taking the right way.