Well, each and all, take it your own way.

I accept the sermon, frown, sneer, and laugh; perhaps you are all right: and perhaps, circumstanced like me, you would have been, like me, wrong.

The first month was, indeed, a long, black, heavy month to me.
The cretin did not seem unhappy.

I did my best to feed her well and keep her warm, and she only asked food and sunshine, or when that lacked, fire.

Her weak faculties approved of inertion: her brain, her eyes, her ears, her heart slept content; they could not wake to work, so lethargy was their Paradise.
Three weeks of that vacation were hot, fair, and dry, but the fourth and fifth were tempestuous and wet.