You know how much it would injure him in the county, and he has no right to suffer for your evil acts.

O my dear nephew! for the sake of your poor, dead mother--" We never shall know what the rest of that letter was.

Whenever Aunt Matilda got to Ralph's poor, dead mother in her conversation Ralph ran out of the house.

And now that his poor, dead mother was again made to do service in his aunt's pious rhetoric, he landed the letter on the hot coals before him, and watched it vanish into smoke with a grim satisfaction.
Ralph was a little afraid of a mob.

But Clifty was better than Flat Creek, and Squire Hawkins, with all his faults, loved justice, and had a profound respect for the majesty of the law, and a profound respect for his own majesty when sitting as a court representing the law.