I'm going right down to Quebec by the Saturday-night train, an' I'll be back Monday morning if I can persuade the old gentleman to come right here where I can look after him.

I reckon there's room in the Harmon house for both him and me, an' I reckon, if he's got anything particularly powerful to say in the way of religion, it won't do this little town any harm to hear it." He had said all this to Eliza.
"Don't!" she cried in great surprise, but with determined opposition.

"I shall never think you have any sense again if you do such a foolish and wicked thing." "Why now, Miss White, as to losing your good opinion, I didn't know as I'd been fortunate enough to get it yet; and as to its being wicked, I don't see how you make _that_ out." "It's meddling with what you have nothing to do with." "Well now, what will you give me not to go ?" He said these words, as he said most of his words, in a languid, lingering way, but he turned and faced her with an abrupt glance.
He and she were standing at the head of the first staircase in the unfurnished corridor.

It was the middle of the afternoon; no one chanced to be passing.

He, light-moving, pretty fellow as he was, leaned on the wall and glanced at her sharply.