[…] Mrs. Pansy McLash, the keeper of the Siding House, was flogging a herd of goats from her garden. The goats surged on to the railway, intent on escaping the stockwhip whistling behind, and Mrs. McLash went after them, intent on teaching them the lesson of their lives.

Bundles of letters written on blue or lilac notepaper in scrabbly foreign writing were stuffed into Mr. Early's desk and the dresser drawer in the kitchen;

But the euil of the paine or the punishment of sin, or any kynde of afflictiue aduersitie, is not (in it self) absolutely euil, or simply to be fled from or auoyded.

I saw him once pulling whistlepig spines out of a stray redbone hound, keeping him calm with a soothy voice and holding him off from snapping while the spears came out. You could see he valued what he could do with his hands.