He wouldn't leave his family, he said.

And as for taking money or anything else for saving Miss Falkland's life, it was ridiculous to think of it.

There wasn't a man of the lot in the shed, down to the tarboy, that wouldn't have done the same, or tried to.

All that was in it was that his horse was the fastest.
'It's not a bad thing for a poor man to have a fast horse now and then, is it, Mr.Falkland ?' he said, looking up and smiling, just like a boy.
He was very shy, was poor Jim.
'I don't grudge a poor man a good horse or anything else he likes to have or enjoy.

You know that, all of you.