There was sufficient pride in him to get him off his chair, but only slowly, for he had to get accustomed to the notion of going.

At intervals of two or three minutes he remarked that he must now be going.

In the same circumstances Sam'l would have acted similarly.

For a Thrums man it is one of the hardest things in life to get away from anywhere.
At last Lisbeth saw that something must be done.

The potatoes were burning, and T'nowhead had an invitation on his tongue.
"Yes, I'll hae to be movin'," said Sanders, hopelessly, for the fifth time.
"Guid nicht to ye, then, Sanders," said Lisbeth.