Then at a bound he cleared a low stone wall beside him and ran down the Glossop road.
Twelve hours later Reuben Grieve climbed the long hill to the farm.
His wrinkled face was happier than it had been for months, and his thoughts were so pleasantly occupied that he entirely failed to perceive, for instance, the behaviour of an acquaintance, who stopped and started as he met him at the entrance of the Kinder lane, made as though he would have spoken, and, thinking better of it, walked on.

Reuben--the mendacious Reuben--had done very well with his summer stock--very well indeed.

And part of his earnings was now safely housed in the hands of an old chapel friend, to whom he had confided them under pledge of secrecy.

But he took a curious, excited pleasure in the thought of the 'poor mouth' he was going to make to Hannah.

He was growing reckless in his passion for restitution--always provided, however, that he was not called upon to brave his wife openly.