Strong perplexity or strong feeling might sometimes drive him, but ordinarily he kept a rein on speech.

Now he looked around him.
"What high summer, lovely weather!" "Oh aye! It's bonny.

Will ye be gaeing, since ye have na mair to say ?" English Strickland laughed and said good-by to Mother Binning and went.

The ash-tree, the hazels that fringed the water, a point of mossy rock, hid the cot.

The drone of the wheel no longer reached his ears.