But I'll swear to you that Old Belllounds's hands will never be stained with his son's blood!" "Oh, Ben! Ben!" she cried, in passionate gratitude.

"I'll love you--bless you all my life!" "Hush, lass! I'm not one to bless....

An' now you must do as I say.

Go home an' tell them you'll marry Jack in August.

Say August thirteenth." "So long! Oh, why put it off?
Wouldn't it be better--safer, to settle it all--once and forever ?" "No man can tell everythin'.