Any one not called Latrigg at Up-Hill would seem like a stranger." "I know how you feel about that.

A squire in Seat-Sandal out of the old name would have a very middling kind of time, I think.

He'd have a sight of ill-will at his back." "Thou means with _them_!" The squire nodded gravely; and after a minute's silence said, "It stands to reason _they_ take an interest.

I do in them.

When I think of this or that Sandal, or when I look up at their faces as I sit smoking beside them, I'm sure I feel like their son; and I wouldn't grieve them any more than if they were to be seen and talked to.