I shall not be in the village, therefore, until late to-morrow night--if then." "What--you are for the crossroads, again," said Munro.

"I tell you what, Guy, you must have done with that girl before Lucy shall be yours.

It's bad enough--bad enough that she should be compelled to look to you for love.

It were a sad thing if the little she might expect to find were to be divided between two or more." "Pshaw--you are growing Puritan because of the dark.

I tell you I have done with _her_.