Each knows quite well what the other is thinking of.

Where is the necessity for one common prayer to bring their souls together?
Their souls are already tearing at each other's throats.
You would not have found the Rev.Samuel Bishop agreeing to this.
How could any man consent to give up his livelihood, even for the truth?
This gentleman would have stayed on in his parish, happy in his hopeless incompetence, until his parishioners might have sent in a third request for his retirement, had not the irony of circumstance broken him upon its unyielding anvil.
For ten years, as has been said, he had held the rectorship of the parish of Cailsham.

Sally was then fourteen years of age.

Her mother, one of those hard yet well-featured women upon whom the struggle of life wears with but little ill-effect, had endeavoured to bring her up in the first belief of social importance consistent, to an illogical mind, with the teachings of her husband's calling.

But she had failed.