"You know a good deed is always rewarded, if not in this world, then in the next." "I b'leeve that," rejoined Twitt; "I b'leeve it true.

And though I know Mis' Deane is that straight an' 'onest, she'd see ye properly mementoed an' paid for, I wouldn't take a penny from 'er--not on account of a kindly old gaffer like yerself.

I'd do it all friendly." "Of course you would!" and Helmsley shook his hand heartily; "And of course you _will_!" This, and many other conversations he had with Twitt and a certain few of the villagers, showed him that the little community of Weircombe evidently thought of him as being not long for this world.

He accepted the position quietly, and passed day after day peacefully enough, without feeling any particular illness, save a great weakness in his limbs.

He was in himself particularly happy, for Mary was always with him, and Angus passed every evening with them both.