Three months of little renunciations--three months of the old narrow way of living, as at Norton Bury--and the poor people at Enderley might have full wages, whether or no there was full work.

Then in our quiet valley there would be no want, no murmurings, and, above all, no blaming of the master.
They decided it all--in fewer words than I have taken to write it--it was so easy to decide when both were of one mind.
"Now," said John, rising, as if a load were taken off his breast--"now, do what he will Lord Luxmore cannot do me any harm." "Husband, don't let us speak of Lord Luxmore." Again that sigh--quite ghostly in the darkness.

They heard it likewise this time.
"Who's there ?" "Only I, Mr.Halifax--don't be angry with me." It was the softest, mildest voice--the voice of one long used to oppression; and the young man whom Ursula had supposed to be a Catholic appeared from behind the loom.
"I do not know you, sir.

How came you to enter my mill ?" "I followed Mrs.Halifax.

I have often watched her and your children.
But you don't remember me." Yes; when he came underneath the light of the one tallow candle, we all recognized the face--more wan than ever--with a sadder and more hopeless look in the large grey eyes.
"I am surprised to see you here, Lord Ravenel." "Hush! I hate the very sound of the name.