It wilt cheer me a deal, old friend, to think you'll always live with the folks at Shoulthwaite." Ralph spoke as if he himself had never to return.

Sim felt this before Ralph had realized the implication of his words.
"It's hard for a hermit to be a good man," continued Ralph; "he begins with being miserable and ends with being selfish and superstitious, and perhaps mad.

Have you never marked it ?" "Maybe so, Ralph; maybe so.

It's like it's because the world's bitter cruel that so many are buryin' theirsels afore they're dead." "Then it's because they expect too much of the world," said Ralph.

"We should take the world on easier terms.