There she is, like a prisoner, with the old ladies counting every tear she sheds, and adding them up to see if it is enough; and measuring every inch of crape on her gowns; and finding fault with all she does, just as they used when Sir Timothy was alive to back them up.

And she is afraid to do anything he didn't like; and she never listens to the doctor, the only person in the world who's ever had the courage to fight her battles." "The doctor," said John, sharply.

"Has she been ill ?" "No, no." "What has _he_ to do with Lady Mary ?" said John.
His displeasure was so great that the colour rose in his clean-shaven face, and did not escape little Sarah's observation, for all her downcast lashes.
"Somebody must go and see her," said Sarah; "and you were away.

And the canon is just nobody, always bothering her for subscriptions; though he is very fond of her, like everybody else," she added, with compunction.

"Dear me, Mr.Crewys, how fast you are walking!" John had unconsciously quickened his pace so much that she had some ado to keep up with him without actually running.
"I beg your pardon," he said.
"It is so hot, and the hill is steep, and I am rather fat.