’YouknowthatIamnotluxurious，neitherinanywaygiventothecommonlustsoftheflesh，John。Myfatherneverallowedhishairtogrowafourthpartofaninchinlength，andhewasathoroughlygodlyman；
andItrytofollowinhisfootsteps，wheneverIthinkaboutit。Nevertheless，Idoassureyouthatmyviewofthatlittlehouseandthewaythelightsweretwinkling，sodifferentfromthecoldanddarknessoftherollingsea，movedtheancientAdaminme，ifhecouldhefoundtomove。Ilovenotahousewithtoomanywindows：beingoutofhouseanddoorssomethree-quartersofmytime，whenIgetinsideahouseI
liketofeelthedifference。Airandlightaregoodforpeoplewhohaveanylackofthem；andifamanoncetalksaboutthem，’tisenoughtoprovehisneedofthem。But，asyouwellknow，JohnRidd，thehorsewhohasbeenatworkallday，withthesunshineinhiseyes，sleepsbetterindarkstables，andneedsnomoontohelphim。
’Seeingthereforethatthissameinnhadfourwindows，andnomore，Ithoughttomyselfhowsnugitwas，andhowbeautifulIcouldsleepthere。AndsoImadetheoldhorsedrawhand，whichhewasonlytoogladtodo，andweclombabovethespring-tidemark，andoveralittlepieceofturf，andstruckthedoorofthehostelry。Someonecameandpeepedatmethroughthelatticeoverhead，whichwasfullofbulls’eyes；andthentheboltwasdrawnback，andawomanmetmeverycourteously。Adarkandforeign-lookingwoman，veryhotofblood，Idoubt，butnotaltogetherabadone。
Andshewaitedformetospeakfirst，whichanEnglishwomanwouldnothavedone。