He was very much dejected--Ursula touched his arm before he even saw her.
"Well, love--you know what has happened ?" "Yes, John.

But never mind." "I would not--except for my poor people." "What do you intend doing?
That which you have wished to do all the year ?" "Our wishes come as a cross to us sometimes," he said, rather bitterly.
"It is the only thing I can do.

The water-power being so greatly lessened, I must either stop the mills, or work them by steam." "Do that, then.

Set up your steam-engine." "And have all the country down upon me for destroying hand-labour?
Have a new set of Luddites coming to burn my mill, and break my machinery?
That is what Lord Luxmore wants.

Did he not say he would ruin me ?--Worse than this--he is ruining my good name.