Will you come and see whether I am afraid?
Mr.Ward, I am your servant.

Your servant?
Your slave! And the next time I meet Mr.Washington, madam, I will thank him for the advice which he gave you." "I say, do your duty, sir!" cried Mrs.Esmond, stamping her little foot.
And George, making a low bow to Mr.Ward, begged him to go first out of the room to the study.
"Stop! For God's sake, mother, stop!" cried poor Hal.

But passion was boiling in the little woman's heart, and she would not hear the boy's petition.

"You only abet him, sir!" she cried.--"If I had to do it myself, it should be done!" And Harry, with sadness and wrath in his countenance, left the room by the door through which Mr.Ward and his brother had just issued.
The widow sank down on a great chair near it, and sat a while vacantly looking at the fragments of the broken cup.

Then she inclined her head towards the door--one of half a dozen of carved mahogany which the Colonel had brought from Europe.