A. T. Quiller-Couch

“ They pitied him too, knowing the old Squire better than he did. So from Sunday to Sunday Taffy, pulling at his rope in the belfry, counted the new-comers, and Humility talked about them on the way home and at dinner. They were fisher folk for the most part; the men in blue guernseys and corduroy trousers, and some with curled black beards and rings in their ears; the women, in gayer colours than you see in an up-country church ”

“ The Squire was in hunting dress.
"What be doin' down there?" he asked. "Praying?"
"No, sir."
"I wish you would. I wish you'd pray for me. I've heerd that a child'll do good sometimes when grown folk can't. I doubt your father isn't goin' to do the good I looked for from en. He don't believe in sudden conversion. Here, Bill, take the mare and lead her home."
He dismounted, and seated himself with a groan on the edge of the sand-pit.
"Look here; I've got convictions of sin, but I can't get no forrader. What's to be done?"
"I don't know, sir," Taffy stammered, with his eyes on the Squire's spurs. ”

“ If the weather holds back, we'll kill a May fox this year. But where's the comfort? All the time to-day 'twas 'Lippety-lop, no peace for the wicked! Lippety-lop, no peace for the wicked!' I couldn't stand it ”