Tell you what it is, sir: you was right this time; and that's plain truth.

I'm sorry to hear talk of your going." "My good sir," quoth Tom, "I shall be very sorry to go.

I have found place and people here as pleasant as man could wish: but go I must." "Glad you're satisfied, sir; wish you was going to stay," says Tardrew.
"Seen Miss Harvey this last day or two, sir ?" "Yes.

You know she's to keep her school ?" "I know it.

Nursed my girl like an angel." "Like what she is," said Tom.
"You said one true word once: that she was too good for us." "For this world," said Tom; and fell into a great musing.
By those curt and surly utterances did Tardrew, in true British bulldog fashion, express a repentance too deep for words; too deep for all confessionals, penances, and emotions or acts of contrition; the repentance not of the excitable and theatric southern, unstable as water, even in his most violent remorse: but of the still, deep-hearted northern, whose pride breaks slowly and silently, but breaks once for all; who tells to God what he will never tell to man; and having told it, is a new creature from that day forth for ever..