Already, it seemed to him, the face of Christ was darkened, the fountain of grace dried up.

All those appalling texts of judgment and reprobation he had listened to so often in chapel, protected against them by that warm inward certainty of 'election,' seemed to be now pressing against a bared and jeopardised soul.
But if he wrote to Mr.Gurney, Hannah would never forgive him till her dying day; and the thought of making her his enemy for good put him in a cold sweat.
After much pacing of the upper meadows he came heavily down at last to see to his lambs.

Davy was just jumping the wall on to his uncle's land, having apparently come down the Frimley path.

When he saw his uncle he thrust his hands into his pockets, began to whistle, and came on with a devil-may-care swing of the figure.
They met in a gateway between two fields.
'Whar yo been, Davy ?' asked Reuben, looking at him askance, and holding the gate so as to keep him.
'To Dawson's,' said the boy, sharply.
Reuben's face brightened.

Then the lad's empty stomach must have been filled; for he knew that 'Dawsons' were kind to him.