I can soon pay off Shoni, and then I can sleep at night without feeling that my servant is my master; and, more than all, I can give all my time to my book that I am writing." "What is it ?" said the Vicar, no longer able to restrain his interest in the old books which littered the table.
"Well, it is the history of our own county from as far back as I can trace it; and, oh! you wouldn't believe," he said, "how many interesting facts I have gathered together.

I was not meant for a preacher, and I am getting too old and worn-out to travel about the country.

I would like to give up preaching and spend all my time with my books.

And with 150 pounds a year! Why, I would be a prince indeed!" "Well, you may tell your congregation next Sunday," said Lewis Wynne, "that they had better take heed to their own ways now, for that you are going to retire from the ministry." "And thank God for that," said Essec Powell; "it will be enough for me to look after my own wicked ways.

Indeed, I feel I am not fit to teach others ever since I turned Valmai out of the house." "I see you have here 'Mona Antiqua,'" said the Vicar.