Twenty new hands had been sent for to fill vacant places.

Still there was a shadow on the dominie's face, and he knew himself there was a shadow on his heart.
Was it the still solemnity of death in which he had lately lived so much?
Or was it the shadow of a coming instead of a departing sorrow?
One afternoon he thought he would go and sit with Helen a little while.

During his close intimacy with the colliers he had learned many things which would change his methods of working for their welfare; and of these changes he wished to speak with Helen.

She was just going for a walk on the moor, and he went with her.

It was on such a September evening she had walked last with Colin.