"It was but a threat—he never meant it."
"Suppose he did mean it, and perseveres; you will then have to be the receiver, not the giver."
"The place is gone to the dogs. I can give my arms and head to it, and bring it round from the kennel."
"That is something, certainly. Then, again, you are wilful, and have had your way in all things. How will you agree with a girl equally wilful and unbending?"
"In the best way; we shall both will the same things. You don't understand what love is. Where two young creatures love, they do not strive, they pull together. It is of no profit talking to you, Luke, about love; it is to you what Hebrew or Greek would be to me—an unintelligible language in unreadable characters. I will be off to see Urith at once."
"No," said Luke, "you must not go to Willsworthy; you will cause folks to talk."
"I care nothing for their talk."
"If you care nothing for what people say, how is it you fell out with and struck Fox? You must consider others besides yourself. You have no right to bring the name of Urith into discredit. Do you not suppose that already tongues are busy concerning the cause of your quarrel with your father?"
"But I must see her, and come to some understanding."