'We note the harvest more than the seed-time.

You do so in me.' In truth his pale and haggard face, and gloomy bearing, had so far influenced the remark, that Edward was, for the moment, at a loss to answer him.
'Tut, tut,' said Mr Haredale, ''twas not very difficult to read a thought so natural.

But you are mistaken nevertheless.

I have had my share of sorrows--more than the common lot, perhaps, but I have borne them ill.

I have broken where I should have bent; and have mused and brooded, when my spirit should have mixed with all God's great creation.
The men who learn endurance, are they who call the whole world, brother.
I have turned FROM the world, and I pay the penalty.' Edward would have interposed, but he went on without giving him time.
'It is too late to evade it now.