Make himself at home.

That might only be done by a swift transport of thirteen miles.

He could not do it, if he would.

Would he, if he could?
Nay, he had set his face up the mountain of learning, and not all the luring voices that might sound behind and beside him could tempt him to turn back.

He must have the Golden Water that was at the top.
It was necessary to stuff cotton into his ears.