As though a Clergyman of the Church of England could do such a thing! I had offered to take her back--not then--it would have been a mockery--but by putting advertisements into the South Wales papers.

But after her paramour's letter--which I did not answer--I never heard any more about her....
["Damn it all," said David to himself at this juncture of the letter--he was training himself to swear in a moderate, gentlemanly way--"Damn it all! Whatever I do, it seems I _cannot_ come from altogether respectable stock."...] You grew up therefore without a mother's care, though good Bridget did her best.

When you were a child I fear I rather neglected you.

I was so disappointed and embittered that I sought consolation in the legends of our beloved country and in Scriptural exegesis.

You were rather a naughty boy at Swansea Grammar School and somewhat of a scamp at Malvern College--Well! we won't go over all that again.