Was it, then, a simple love of justice that had actuated him?
Yet the breach of trust would have been the same.
"But if you will not come to live with me, my dear," he said, "what do you propose to do?
You cannot live alone in your old home." "May I tell you what I should like to do ?" she asked.
"Certainly," he answered.

"I am bound to know it." "Those two who are dead," she said, "thought so much of my painting.
Mr.Roland was always wishing I could go to a school of art, and father said when he was gone he should wish it too.

But now we have lost our money, the next best thing will be for me to go to live as servant to some great artist, where I could see something of painting till I've saved enough money to go to school.

I can let Upfold Farm for fifteen pounds a year to Simon Nixey, so I shall soon have money enough.

I promised father I would never sell our farm, that has belonged to Marlowes ever since it was inclosed from the common.