The Bryanite continued to come by night and help, but at rarer intervals.

He was discomforted in mind, as anyone could see, and at length he took Mr.Raymond aside and made confession.
"I must go away; that's what 'tis.

My burden is too great for me to bear." "Why," said Mr.Raymond, who had grown surprisingly tolerant during the last twelve months, "what cause have you, of all men, to feel dejected?
You can set the folk here on fire like flax." He sighed.
"That's azactly the reason--I can set 'em afire with a breath, but I can't hold 'em under.

I make 'em too strong for me--_and I'm afeard_.

Parson, dear, it's the gospel truth; for two years I've a been strivin' agen myself, wrastlin' upon my knees, and all to hold this parish in." He mopped his face.