I didn't belong; but it drew me." "Thee belongs to Hamley.

Thee is an honour to Hamley, Soolsby." Soolsby's eyes widened; the blurred look of rage and self-reproach in them began to fade away.
"Thee has made a fight, Soolsby, to conquer a thing that has had thee by the throat.

There's no fighting like it.

It means a watching every hour, every minute--thee can never take the eye off it.

Some days it's easy, some days it's hard, but it's never so easy that you can say, 'There is no need to watch.' In sleep it whispers and wakes you; in the morning, when there are no shadows, it casts a shadow on the path.