She wished she hadn't called him a thief and a Roman Catholic.

She hoped the German hadn't told him.

She wondered where those clothes were when he came in rags to her door.

There was no doubt, he was a very respectable man, a gentleman.
The German began to read a hymn.

At the end of each line Bonaparte groaned, and twice at the end of every verse.
The Boer-woman had often heard of persons groaning during prayers, to add a certain poignancy and finish to them; old Jan Vanderlinde, her mother's brother, always did it after he was converted; and she would have looked upon it as no especial sign of grace in any one; but to groan at hymn-time! She was startled.