I am book-starved except for Rivers's help.

Thank you." He put out a fat hand and said, "God has been good to me this day; may He be as kind to you and yours." The Squire went his way wondering what the deuce the man had to do with Ann Penhallow's politics.
Mrs.Lamb took charge of Grace, and Mrs.Penhallow saw that he was well supplied and gave no further thought to the incorrigible and changeful political views of Westways.
The excitement over the flight of Josiah lessened, and Westways settled down to the ordinary dull routine of a little community dependent on small farmers and the mill-men who boarded at the old tavern or with some of the townspeople.
* * * * * The forests were rapidly changing colour except where pine and spruce stood darkly green amid the growing magnificence of maple and oak.

It was the intermediate season in which were neither winter nor summer sports, and John Penhallow enjoying the pageant of autumn rode daily or took long walks, exploring the woods, missing Leila and giving free wing to a mind which felt the yearning, never to be satisfied, to translate into human speech its bird-song of enjoyment of nature.
On an afternoon in mid-October he saw Mr.Rivers, to his surprise, far away on the bank of the river.

Well aware that the clergyman was rarely given to any form of exercise on foot, John was a little surprised when he came upon the tall, stooping, pallid man with what Ann Penhallow called the "eloquent" eyes.

He was lying on the bank lazily throwing stones into the river.