Then he raised his own hand, and with it moved hers from his person.

He did it gently; but what was the use of such nonsense as that?
"The Lord giveth," said the wife, "and the Lord taketh away." Hearing this, Sir Hugh made with his head a gesture of impatience.

"Blessed be the name of the Lord," continued Lady Clavering.

Her voice was low and almost trembling, and she repeated the words as though they were a task which she had set herself.
"That's all very well in its way," said he, "but what's the special use of it now?
I hate twaddle.

One must bear one's misfortune as one best can.