"And that's yourself. I'm a broken-hearted man,--I am, indeed. I didn't ever think I should feel so much about a thing of the kind--I didn't, really. I hardly know what to do with myself; but I suppose I'd better go back to Oileymead." He had become so painfully unconscious of his new coat and his knickerbockers that it was impossible not to pity him. "I shall always hate the place now," he said,--"always."

"And that's yourself. I'm a broken-hearted man - I am, indeed. I hardly know what to do with myself; but I suppose I'd better go back to Oileymead. I shall always hate the place now," he said.
