God bless you.
There, get on, Ann.

Yes, the trunks are all right.

Good-bye." He stood a moment with John looking after the vanishing train.

Then, he said, "No need to stay here with me, Mark," and the rector understanding him left him waiting for the westbound train and walked home across the fields with John Penhallow.
John was long silent, but at last said, "It will be pretty lonesome without Leila." "Nice word, lonesome, John.

Old English, I believe--has had its adventures like some other words.