These are things I heard but lately, and I thought they might be of interest to you.

Did you ever know me strike a foul blow, Carette ?" I asked hotly.
"No, never! I was wrong, Phil.

Let us ride again and forget the heads tumbling into the baskets and those horrid women knitting and singing." So we climbed the rocky way, and then I got Gray Robin alongside a rock, and we mounted without much loss and went our way down the lanes in somewhat better case.

For I was still somewhat warm at her thinking so ill of me, and she, perceiving it, did her best to make me forget it all.
And now we began to meet other merry riders, and their outspoken, but mistaken, congratulations testified plainly to the Island feeling in favour of Island maids mating with Island men, and perhaps made Carette regret her Solomon-like decision of the night before.

It made me feel somewhat foolish also, at thought of what they would say when they saw her riding back with young Torode.
A cleverer man would, no doubt, have turned it all to account, but I could not.