Acted like a crazy loon is what I say, and this Jack-of-all-trades is showing the strain.

Mark my words, they'll both end their days in a madhouse!" No one did mark his words.

Not even Winona, to whom they were uttered with the air of owlish, head-snapping wisdom which marked so many of the invalid's best things.

She was concerned only with the failure of Wilbur to select a seemly occupation.

His working dress was again careless; he reeked with oil, and his hands--hard, knotty hands--seemed to be permanently grimed.