"Resemblin'," he remarked, "two rams that's goin' to butt lightnin' out of themselves in a minute."
"You still visit Hagar, then?" said the squire, his voice muttering thunder.
"Quite often."
The trick of the gathered eyebrows was curiously common to both. The squire took his time.
"You intend to marry Miss Helen Bourn?"
"I've been figuring on that for seven years. You haven't found me changing my mind. I intend to do it."
"I intend to prevent it, Morgan."
"In Nellie's interest, sir?"
"I regard it as in her interest."