You look as if you needed a good meal, for your face is but wan this morning.

Mother scarce looked to see you on your feet so soon." Paul laughed as he sat himself down to the hospi table board.
"Nay, I scarce feel any ill effects from the knocks I got.

A rover like myself is tough and wiry, or should be.

I fear this arm may not be serviceable for a few weeks to come, but--" "But if you will do us the pleasure to make this poor house your home until such time as you can go forth a sound man, you will be giving us great honour and pleasure; for I think that if harm had befallen our dear and only daughter, her father's heart would have broken, and her mother's hairs have gone down with sorrow to the grave." It was a fresh voice that spoke these words, and Paul rose instinctively to his feet as he found himself face to face with his hostess.
Mistress Devenish, as she was commonly called, was no ordinary buxom, loud-tongued farmer's wife, but a slight, small woman, of rather insignificant aspect, unless the expression of the face was taken into account.

Then indeed might be seen a refinement and intellect seldom found in persons of her class in those rough and uncultured times.