He kept saying, 'Forget, my boy, forget! Say GOD help me, and look forward.

While there's life there's always the chance of a better life for every one.
Forget! forget!'" Lewis departed with his uncle.

Charlie went for two nights to the moors.
Jem's holidays had not begun, and in our house we were "cleaning down" after the Colonel as if he had been the sweeps.
I went to old Isaac for sympathy.

He had become very rheumatic the last two years, but he was as intelligent as ever, and into his willing ear I poured all that I could tell of my hero, and much that I only imagined.
His sympathy met me more than half-way.

The villagers as a body were unbounded in their approval of the Colonel, and Mrs.Irvine was even greedier than old Isaac for every particular I could impart respecting him.
"He's a _handsome_ gentleman," said the bee-master's wife, "and he passed us (my neighbour, Mrs.Mettam, and me) as near, sir, as I am to you, with a gold-headed stick in his hand, and them lads following after him, for all the world like the Good Shepherd and his flock." I managed not to laugh, and old Isaac added, "There's a many in this village, sir, would have been glad to have taken the liberty of expressing themselves to the Colonel, and a _depitation_ did get as far as your father's gates one night, but they turned bashful and come home again.