It may be necessary to write." "I will.

Good morning." He made a general bow to the company and walked away, cutting off the heads of the dandelions with his whip as he went.

All followed with their eyes his firm, graceful figure, as he strode over the grass in his riding-boots and spurs.
"He's a fine fellow that!" said the rector.

"-- But, bless me!" he added, turning to his curate, "how things change! If you had told me a year ago, the day would come when I should call an atheist a fine fellow, I should almost have thought you must be one yourself! Yet here I am saying it--and never in my life so much in earnest to be a Christian! How is it, Wingfold, my boy ?" "He who has the spirit of his Master, will speak the truth even of his Master's enemies," answered the curate.

"To this he is driven if he does not go willingly, for he knows his Master loves his enemies.