He'd stand on his last inch." "Would he, now!" ejaculated Susan, marvelling at him, with no question as to what footing that might be.
"Leastways," the widow hastened to add, "if he thought it was only devils against him.

I've heard him say, 'It's a fool that holds out against God, and a coward as gives in to the devil;' and there's my Robert painted by his own hand." "But don't that bring him to this so often, Mum ?" Susan ruefully inquired, joining teapot and kettle.
"I do believe he's protected," said the widow.
With the first morning light Mrs.Boulby was down at Warbeach Farm, and being directed to Farmer Eccles in the stables, she found the sturdy yeoman himself engaged in grooming Robert's horse.
"Well, Missis," he said, nodding to her; "you win, you see.

I thought you would; I'd have sworn you would.

Brandy's stronger than blood, with some of our young fellows." "If you please, Mr.Eccles," she replied, "Robert's sending of me was to know if the horse was unhurt and safe." "Won't his legs carry him yet, Missis ?" "His legs have been graciously spared, Mr.Eccles; it's his head." "That's where the liquor flies, I'm told." "Pray, Mr.Eccles, believe me when I declare he hasn't touched a drop of anything but tea in my house this past night." "I'm sorry for that; I'd rather have him go to you.

If he takes it, let him take it good; and I'm given to understand that you've a reputation that way.