Of course, he never went back again.

If _that_ was the kind she was she could go on doing the work herself.

He was no Ralph Overton or Ben Holt, to be shamed that way and made to feel that he had been Doing Good, and be spoken of all the time as "our Hero." As for Cousin Bill J., of _course_ he was a loafer! Who wouldn't be if he had the chance?
But it was false and cruel to say that he was a healthy loafer.

When Cousin Bill J.was healthy he had been able to fell an ox with one blow of his fist.
Nor was he disturbed seriously by rumours that his hero was a "come-outer"; that instead of attending church with Miss Alvira he could be heard at the barbershop of a Sabbath morning, agreeing with Milo Barrus that God might have made the world in six days and rested on the seventh; but he couldn't have made the whale swallow Jonah, because it was against reason and nature; and, if you found one part of the Bible wasn't so, how could you tell the rest of it wasn't a lot of grandmother's tales?
Nor did he feel anything but sympathy for a helpless man imposed upon when he heard Mrs.Squire Cumpston say to Clytie, "Do you know that lazy brute has her worked to a mere shadow; she just sits in that shop all day long and lets tears fall every minute or so on her work.

She spoiled five-eighths of a yard of three-inch lavender satin ribbon that way, that was going on to Mrs.Beasley's second-mourning bonnet.