Meehaul wouldn't strike an unresistin' man.
I won't lave you till you promise; an' if that won't do, I'll go down on my.

knees an' ask you for the sake of heaven above, to be guided by me in this." "Ellen, I'll lave the country to avoid him, if that'll plase you." "No--no--no, John: that doesn't plase me.

Is it to lave your father an' family, an' you the staff of their support?
Oh, John, give me your promise.

Here on my two knees I ask it from you, for my own, for your own, and for the sake of God above us! I know Meehaul.

If he got a blow from you on my account, he'd never forgive it to either you or me." She joined her hands in supplication to him as she knelt, and the tears chased each other like rain down her cheeks.