But I have the greatest respect for them as a body of devoted men.' The look of battle faded from the woman's face.

It was not an unpleasant face.

He even saw strange reminiscences of Catherine in it at times.
'You're aboot right there, sir.

Not that they dare take any credit to themselves--it's grace, sir, all grace.' 'Aunt Ellen,' said Catherine, while a sudden light broke over her face; 'I just want you to take Edward a little story from me.

Ministers are good things, but God can do without them.' And she laid her hand on her aunt's knee with a smile in which there was the slightest touch of affectionate satire.
'I was up among the fells the other day'-- she went on--'I met an elderly man cutting wood in a plantation, and I stopped and asked him how he was.