It don't no more'n touch riches before it's poor; it don't have time to forget, an' git proud an' hard.

I tell ye, J'rome, it ain't even division we're aimin' at; we can't keep that if we get it till we're dead; it's--balance.

We want to keep the time of eternity, jest the way that clock keeps the time of day." Jerome looked at the clock and the pendulum swinging dimly behind a painted landscape on the glass door, and never after saw one without his uncle's imagery recurring to his mind.

Always for him the pendulum swung into the midst of a cowering throng of beggars on the left, and into a band of purple-clad revellers on the right.

Somehow, too, Doctor Seth Prescott's face always stood out for him plainly among them in purple.
Always, sooner or later, Ozias Lamb would seize Doctor Prescott and Simon Basset as living illustrations and pointed examples of the social wrongs.