'My friends,' he said, 'I understand better now.

You have, I suppose, in neighbourly charity, sung peace to his soul?
I thank you, from my heart, for your kind pity.

Yes; I am Sergeant Holway's miserable son--I'm the son who has brought about his father's death, as truly as if I had done it with my own hand!' 'No, no.

Don't ye take on so, young man.

He'd been naturally low for a good while, off and on, so we hear.' 'We were out in the East when I wrote to him.