Well, now, I thought that was like life: a man's good conscience is the flame he gets to carry, and if he comes to the winning-post with that still burning, why, take it how you will, the man's a hero--even if he was low-born like you and me.' 'Did Mr.Archer tell you that ?' asked Jonathan.
'No, dear,' said she, 'that's my own thought about it.

He told me of the race.

But see, now,' she continued, putting on the porridge, 'you say old age is a hard season, but so is youth.

You're half out of the battle, I would say; you loved my aunt and got her, and buried her, and some of these days soon you'll go to meet her; and take her my love and tell her I tried to take good care of you; for so I do, Uncle Jonathan.' Jonathan struck with his fist upon the settle.

'D' ye think I want to die, ye vixen ?' he shouted.