I cannot accept your offer, though you mean it in all kindness.

For his sake I will wait until his time has expired, and continue to hope it may be the making of my poor boy." Deacon Winslow did not attempt to urge her.

Indeed, he could hardly say anything, for he was half choking with emotion.

But he squeezed her hand, and gave her a look that must have carried some comfort to her poor distracted heart.
Once outside, the boys shook hands with the big man.

Hugh was feeling more drawn towards him than ever.
"I'm coming out to visit you soon, Deacon," he told the other; "I want to know you better.