He, at least, has not forgotten God.

Well, I would give up all the Teleologies and cosmogonies that I ever dreamt or read, just to believe what he believes--Heigho and well-a-day!--Paul! hist?
I'll swear that was an otter!' 'I hope not, sir, I'm sure.

I haven't seen the spraint of one here this two years.' 'There again--don't you see something move under that marl bank ?' Tregarva watched a moment, and then ran up to the spot, and throwing himself on his face on the edge, leant over, grappled something--and was instantly, to Lancelot's astonishment, grappled in his turn by a rough, lank, white dog, whose teeth, however, could not get through the velveteen sleeve.
'I'll give in, keeper! I'll give in.

Doan't ye harm the dog! he's deaf as a post, you knows.' 'I won't harm him if you take him off, and come up quietly.' This mysterious conversation was carried on with a human head, which peeped above the water, its arms supporting from beneath the growling cur--such a visage as only worn-out poachers, or trampling drovers, or London chiffonniers carry; pear-shaped and retreating to a narrow peak above, while below, the bleared cheeks, and drooping lips, and peering purblind eyes, perplexed, hopeless, defiant, and yet sneaking, bespeak THEIR share in the 'inheritance of the kingdom of heaven.'-- Savages without the resources of a savage--slaves without the protection of a master--to whom the cart-whip and the rice-swamp would be a change for the better--for there, at least, is food and shelter.
Slowly and distrustfully a dripping scarecrow of rags and bones rose from his hiding-place in the water, and then stopped suddenly, and seemed inclined to dash through the river; but Tregarva held him fast.
'There's two on ye! That's a shame! I'll surrender to no man but you, Paul.

Hold off, or I'll set the dog on ye!' 'It's a gentleman fishing.