Giles seized his and rolled it along the floor and gambolled after it.

Kate put down her crutches and sat down, and held out her little arms to Gerard with a heavenly gesture of love and tenderness; and the mother, fairly benumbed at first by the shower of gold that fell on her apron, now cried out, "Leave kissing him, Kate; he is my son, not yours.Ah.

Gerard! my boy! I have not loved you as you deserved." Then Gerard threw himself on his knees beside her, and she flung her arms round him and wept for joy and pride upon his neck.
"Good lad! good lad!" cried the hosier, with some emotion.

"I must go and tell the neighbours.

Lend me the medal, Gerard; I'll show it my good friend Peter Buyskens; he is ever regaling me with how his son Jorian won the tin mug a shooting at the butts." "Ay, do, my man; and show Peter Buyskens one of the angels.