It was the depth of the picture, and his mind chose the stronger outlines.

And then the water ruffled, and the reflection was lost.
The ride was in dull silence, till after some hours the coachman stopped to give his horses water; though he remarked, "it was contrary in them to want it." But after that his tongue seemed loosed.
"Dampish!" he remarked to his fellow-traveller, as he climbed up to his place again and took the reins.
"Can you stand it ?" said Winthrop.
"Stand what ?" "Being wet through at this rate ?" "Don't signify whether a man's killed one way or another," was the somewhat unhopeful answer.

"Come to the same thing in the long run, I expect." "Might as well make as long a run as you can of it.

Why don't you wear some sort of an overcoat ?" "I keep it -- same way you do yourn.

-- No use to spoil a thing for nothing.