Oh, my son, my son! I must go." She rose feebly tottering, and added, "It will follow him like a curse out of the Bible.

He took it out of the Bible.

I must go." "No," said Penhallow, "wait and I will send you home." She sat down again.

"Thank you." Then with renewed strength, she said, "You won't have them go after him ?" "No, I will not." He went away to order the carriage, and returning said, "You know, Ellen, that you will always be taken care of." "Yes, I know, sir--I know.

But he took it out of my Bible--out of the book of God." She was presently helped into the wagon and sent away murmuring incoherently.
"And so, James," said Ann, "she knew too much about the fire.