There was something almost imperial about the man when he took his stand by the humblest altar of his duty.
Crawford had intended at this very time to speak positively on the subject of his own workers to Tallisker.

But when he looked at the dark face, set and solemn and full of an irresistible authority, he was compelled to keep silence.

A dim fear that Tallisker would say something to him which would make him uncomfortable crept into his heart.

It was better that both the dominie and conscience should be quiet at present.
Still he could not refrain from saying, "You hae set yoursel' a task you'll ne'er win over, dominie.

You could as easy mak Ben-Cruchan cross the valley and sit down by Ben-Appin as mak Gael and Lowlander call each other brothers." "We are told, Crawford, that mountains may be moved by faith; why not, then, by love?
I am a servant o' God.