1 The next day I left Marsh End for Morton.
2 When he is at home, he is in his own parish at Morton.
3 I first got an idea of its calibre when I heard him preach in his own church at Morton.
4 I shall not stay long at Morton, now that my father is dead, and that I am my own master.
5 I now closed Morton school, taking care that the parting should not be barren on my side.
6 His sisters were gone to Morton in my stead: I sat reading Schiller; he, deciphering his crabbed Oriental scrolls.
7 Morton, when I came to it two years ago, had no school: the children of the poor were excluded from every hope of progress.
8 The craving to know what had become of him followed me everywhere; when I was at Morton, I re-entered my cottage every evening to think of that; and now at Moor House, I sought my bedroom each night to brood over it.
9 He said it was a very old name in that neighbourhood; that the ancestors of the house were wealthy; that all Morton had once belonged to them; that even now he considered the representative of that house might, if he liked, make an alliance with the best.
10 Her father was affable; and when he entered into conversation with me after tea, he expressed in strong terms his approbation of what I had done in Morton school, and said he only feared, from what he saw and heard, I was too good for the place, and would soon quit it for one more suitable.