"Now that it's come to open war, I misdoubt me but there'll be violence." "There's ill-feeling between Roy and a many more, father, besides the Dawsons," observed Robin.
"Ay! Rachel, child"-- turning his head to the hearth, where his daughter sat apart--"folks have said that young Luke wants to make up to you.

But I'd not like it.

Luke's a good-meaning, kind-hearted lad himself, but I'd not like you to be daughter-in-law to old Roy." "Be easy, father dear.

I'd not have Luke Roy if he were made of gold.

I never yet had anything to say to him, and I never will have.