He looked at her as if he was worshippin' her, an' as if he wanted to lift her off the ground ivery minute, to save her the trouble o' walkin'.

Poor man, poor man! It had like to ha' killed him when she died, though he niver gev way, but went on ridin' about and preachin'.

But he was wore to a shadder, an' his eyes used to look as dead--you wouldn't ha' knowed 'em.' 'She brought him no fortune ?' 'Not she.

All Mr.Gilfil's property come by his mother's side.

There was blood an' money too, there.