"I thought I hated the place, and in spite of that drunken crew in there, it draws me to it like a magnet.

I feel after all that I have the fells in my blood." He was a curious man, a refined-looking melancholy creature, with a face that reminded you of Wordsworth, and cold donnish ways, except to his children and the poor.

I always thought his life had disappointed him somehow.' 'Yet one would think,' said Robert, opening his eyes, 'that he had made a very considerable success of it!' 'Well, I don't know how it was,' said the vicar, whose analysis of character never went very far.

'Anyhow, next day he went peering about the place and the mountains and the lands his father had lost.

And George, the eldest brother, who had inherited the farm, watched him without a word, in the way these Westmoreland folk have, and at last offered him what remained of the place for a fancy price.