"Well, I see your heart is good" (the first time he had ever been told that), "and so I've a mind to risk it." Then she quickly clapped on ten shillings a week more for color, and he was installed.

He washed his face, and then the woman conceived hopes of him, and expressed them in rustic fashion.

"Well," said she, "dirt is a disguise.

Now I look at you, you have got more mischief to do in the world yet, I do believe." "A deal more, I hope," said he.
It now occurred to him, all of a sudden, that really he was not in good health, and that he had difficulties before him which required calm nerves, and that nerves are affected by the stomach.

So, not to throw a chance away, he had the sense and the resolution to devote a few days to health and unwholesome meditation.
This is a discordant world: even vices will not always pull the same way.