I am of the lower orders, and therefore not a man of my word; but when I do stick to it, I stick like wax." "Take it," said Fairholme to Miss Wilson.

"Take it, of course.

Seven and sixpence is a ridiculous sum to give him for what he has done.

It would only set him drinking." "His reverence says true, lady.

The one 'arfcrown will keep me comfortably tight until Sunday morning; and more I do not desire." "Just a little less of your tongue, my man," said Fairholme, taking the two coins from him and handing them to Miss Wilson, who bade the clergymen good afternoon, and went to the coach under the umbrella.
"If your ladyship should want a handy man to do an odd job up at the college I hope you will remember me," Smilash said as they went down the slope.
"Oh, you know who I am, do you ?" said Miss Wilson drily.
"All the country knows you, Miss, and worships you.