Does it not speak somewhere in the blessed Book of being made perfect through suffering ?" It was wonderful to Garret to find such depth of comprehension and power of expression in this apparently illiterate and humble old man.

To be sure, his accent was rough and homely, but the thoughts to which he gave utterance were deep and pure.
Soon Garret found himself sitting over the turf fire, sipping gratefully at the warm milk, in which his bread lay soaked, and telling the old man the whole history of his wanderings, his peril, and his doubts about the plan laid down for him with regard to the curacy he had been offered.
The more he talked, the more did Garret revolt against the idea of presenting himself to Master Dalaber in Dorsetshire under a false name and in false colours.

He could not believe that this could be pleasing to God, and he saw that the old shepherd, though diffident of speech, was of the same opinion.
"I will not do it," he said at last, "I will not do it.

I cannot.

I will retrace my steps to Oxford, but will use all care and discretion to avoid notice.