6/32 He rode out to Moorlands yesterday, and I didn't know him, he's so changed. But think of it! St. I took him for a road-peddler. I tell you I have got to get hold of him! Don't sit there and stare at me, man! tell me where I can find my son!" "What made you suppose he was here, Talbot ?" The same cool, measured speech and manner, but with a more open mind behind it now. The pathetic aspect of the man, and the acute suffering shown in every tone of his voice, had begun to tell upon the invalid. |