He has never complained; not once.

I doubt if he would have complained if Mrs.
Adister had been waiting on him all the while, or not a soul.

I can imagine him lying on the battle-field night after night quietly, resolving not to groan.' 'Too great a power of self-repression sometimes argues the want of any emotional nature,' said Grace.
Jane shook her head.

She knew a story of him contradicting that.
The story had not recurred to her since she had undertaken her service.
It coloured the remainder of an evening walk home through the beechwoods and over the common with Grace, and her walk across the same tracks early in the morning, after Grace had gone to London.

Miss Colesworth was coming to her next week, with her brother if he had arrived in England.