"I had no natural liking for him, and I could not force it.

I don't believe he has gone away for that trifling reason, Mr.Roy.If he has, he must be very foolish." "Yes, he is foolish," muttered the bailiff to himself, as he strode away.

"He's a idiot, that's what he is! and so be all men that loses their wits a-sighing after a girl.

Vain, deceitful, fickle creatures, the girls be when they're young; but once let them get a hold on you, your ring on their finger, and they turn into vixenish, snarling women! Luke's a sight best off without her." Rachel Frost proceeded indoors.

The door of the steward's room stood open, and she turned into it, fancying it was empty.