Mrs.Morel rose, carried out the steaming saucepan.

Morel took off his coat, dragged his armchair to table, and sat down heavily.
"Are you tired ?" asked the clergyman.
"Tired?
I ham that," replied Morel.

"YOU don't know what it is to be tired, as I'M tired." "No," replied the clergyman.
"Why, look yer 'ere," said the miner, showing the shoulders of his singlet.

"It's a bit dry now, but it's wet as a clout with sweat even yet.

Feel it." "Goodness!" cried Mrs.Morel.