I heard him beating her the other night." Eliza shuddered.
"I'm a kind-hearted fellow, Miss White," he went on, with feeling in his voice.

"I can't bear to feel that there's something hanging over the heads of people like her--more than one of them perhaps--and that they're being led astray when they might be walking straight on after their daily avocations." "But what can they be going to do ?" she asked incredulously, but with curious anxiety.
"Blest if I know! but I've heard that old man a-praying about what he called 'the coming of the Lord,' and talking about having visions of 'the day and the month,' till I've gone a'most distracted, for otherwise he does pray so beautiful it reminds me of my mother.

He's talking of 'those poor sheep in the wilderness,' and 'leading them' to something.
He's mad, and there's a dozen of them ready to do any mad thing he says." "You ought to go and tell the ministers--tell the men of the town." "Not I--nice fool I'd look! What in this world have I to accuse him of, except what I've heard him praying about?
I've done myself harm enough by having him here." "What do you want me to do then ?" "Whatever you like; I've told you the truth.

There was a carter at Turrifs drunk himself to death because of this unfortunate Mr.Cameron's rising again--that's one murder; and there'll be another." With that he turned on his heel and left her in his own room.

He only turned once to look in at the door again.