'I know you keep talking,' she said, and, turning half away from him, began to wring out a sheet across her shoulder.

'I wonder you are not wearied of your voice.

When the hands lie abed the tongue takes a walk.' Mr.Archer laughed unpleasantly, rose and moved to the water's edge.

In this part the body of the river poured across a little narrow fell, ran some ten feet very smoothly over a bed of pebbles, then getting wind, as it were, of another shelf of rock which barred the channel, began, by imperceptible degrees, to separate towards either shore in dancing currents, and to leave the middle clear and stagnant.

The set towards either side was nearly equal; about one half of the whole water plunged on the side of the castle, through a narrow gullet; about one half ran ripping past the margin of the green and slipped across a babbling rapid.
'Here,' said Mr.Archer, after he had looked for some time at the fine and shifting demarcation of these currents, 'come here and see me try my fortune.' 'I am not like a man,' said Nance; 'I have no time to waste.' 'Come here,' he said again.