By Jove! I never saw a woman jump on a horse without help as she does." "Just so; she has marvellous strength and endurance, and the best proof of that, is the work she is doing nowadays.

Why, with the exception of three days that she came to see my wife, and would have died if she hadn't, she has worked night and day among these sick people for the last six months.

She came to see my wife pretty much half dead, but the drive on the sand and a short rest pretty well set her up again." Pembroke drifted off here into discourse about the affairs of his parish, which comprised all the Protestant inhabitants of the island.
His voice went on in the cheerful, jerky, matter-of-fact tone in which he always talked.

Caius did not pay much heed, except that admiration for the sweet spirit of the man and for the pluck and hardihood with which he carried on his work, grew in him in spite of his heedlessness, for there was nothing that Pembroke suspected less than that he himself was a hero.
"Pretty tough work you have of it," said Caius at last; "if it was only christening and marrying and burying them all, you would have more than enough to do, with the distances so great." "Oh, bless you! my boy, yes; it's the distance and the weather; but what are we here for but to do our work?
Life isn't long, any way, but I'll tell you what it is--a man needs to know the place to know what he can do and what he can't.

Now, the Bishop comes over for a week in summer--I don't know a finer man than our Bishop anywhere; he doesn't give himself much rest, and that's a fact; but they've sent him out from England, and what does he know about these islands?
He said to me that he wanted me to have morning service every Sunday, as I have it at Harbour Island, and service every Sunday afternoon here on The Cloud." "He might as well have suggested that you had morning service on the Magdalens, afternoon service in Newfoundland, and evening service in Labrador." "Exactly, just as possible, my boy; but they had the diphtheria here, so I couldn't bring him over, even in fair weather, to see how he liked the journey." All this time Caius was cudgelling his brains to know how to bring the talk back to Madame Le Maitre, and he ended by breaking in with an abrupt inquiry as to how old she was.
A slight change came over Pembroke's demeanour.