"I like Windless best," said Helen, dreamily. "He's the nicest person there is."
"It would be no joke to have him in your way."
They turned into the garden and up the path between brown, withered flower-beds.
"I jumped the fence, anyway, Morgan. It would be idiotic to hurt myself. I won't do it again."
"The point was, you didn't mind the colonel."
"I'm on a furlough. Take me up Windless again."
"Not if you're on a furlough."
[Chapter IV]
In which Thaddeus uses the term "Moral Justification"
In the early days of Squire Map's seclusion he had not yet made the hermit of himself that Hagar was familiar with later. Men have said that he never went outside the village after the fall of '58, at least never to Hamilton. The grooves where his bitterness ran plainly deepened as the stream wore them year by year; possibly the gradual noting how his withdrawal made no empty place among busy men, how feigning friends who had turned enemies and rebellious sons went their way and prospered, helped to widen and darken the shadow of his misanthropy. He had been a lawyer, a politician, and made his stir in his day. In 1860 he was a gray, grim gentleman in a long coat and tall, black hat, with a caverned, bony face and large frame, whom it was not considered wisdom to address without good reason, but who was seen often enough about the village.