But Mr.Juxon was no less persuaded that she herself was a perfectly good and noble woman, than he had been before.

He felt that he would like to cut the throat of the villain himself; but he resolved that he would more than ever try to be a good friend to Mrs.Goddard.
He walked slowly through the storm towards his house, his broad figure facing the wind and sleet with as much ease as a steamer forging against a head sea.

He was perfectly indifferent to the weather; but Stamboul slunk along at his heels, shielding himself from the driving wet snow behind his master's sturdy legs.

The squire was very much disturbed.

The sight of his own solemn butler affected him strangely.