'Twere a comfort that he'd a prayin' over un." Gaston took the gnarled fingers in his.

It had never struck him how dreadful a thing it was--so used had he been to death in many forms--till he had told the story to this mother.
"Mrs.Cawley," he said, "I can't make up to you what Jock would have been; but I can do for you in one way as much as Jock.

This house is yours from to-day." He drew a deed from the coverlet, and handed it to her.

He had got it from Sir William that morning.

The poor and the crude in mind can only understand an objective emotion, and the counters for these are this world's goods.