Old timber now.

I knew them slim as demoiselles.

Where 's the ash?
We had a splendid ash on the west side.' 'Dead and cut down long since,' replied the earl.
'So we go!' She bent her steps to the spot: a grass-covered heave of the soil.
'Dear old tree!' she said, in a music of elegy: and to Weyburn: 'Looks like a stump of an arm lopped off a shoulder in bandages.

Nature does it so.

All the tenants doing well, Rowsley ?' 'About the same amount of trouble with them.' 'Ours at Olmer get worse.' 'It's a process for the extirpation of the landlords.' 'Then down goes the country.' 'They 've got their case, their papers tell us.' 'I know they have; but we've got the soil, and we'll make a fight of it.' 'They can fight too, they say.' 'I should be sorry to think they couldn't if they're Englishmen.' She spoke so like his old Charlotte of the younger days that her brother partly laughed.
'Parliamentary fighting 's not much to your taste or mine.