“Let that blind down: the sun's putting the fire out.”
“It's a pity to put the sun out in such a brutal climate. He does the fire no harm.”
“Don't tell me!”
“Science says he does not.”
“He puts the fire out, I tell you!”
“I do not think so.”
“I've seen it with my own eyes. God knows which is the greater humbug—Science or Religion!—Are you going to pull that blind down?” Wingfold lowered the blind.
“Now look here!” said Mrs. Wylder. “You're not afraid of me, and I'm not afraid of you!—It's a low trade, is yours.”
“What is my trade?”
“What is your trade?—Why, to talk goody! and read goody! and pray goody! and be goody, goody!—Ugh!”