To his mind a fellow who spoke glibly about his soul's salvation was either silly or profane.

He had no conception that this man, whose way of regarding his own feelings, and whose standard of propriety as to their expression, differed so much from his own, was, in reality, going through a moral crisis.
"Well ?" said he.
"Well, I guess that's about all I have to say." "If you don't know anything more, I don't see that you've told me anything." He meant, anything worth telling, for he did not feel that he had any interest with the other's tricks or schemes.
"I do declare," cried Harkness, without heeding his indifference, "I'm just cut up about this night's affair; I never thought Job would set on anyone but his wife.

I do regret I brought this good old gentleman to this place.

If some one offered me half Bates's land now, I wouldn't feel inclined to take it." Trenholme returned to his pacing, but when he had passed and re-passed, he said, "Cameron doesn't seem to have been able to preach and pray like an educated man; but Bates is here, he will see him to-morrow, and if he doesn't claim the body, the police will advertise.

Some one must know who the old man is." The words that came in return seemed singularly irrelevant.