Some qualm might come over him in the other business, but--no, no--your father knows you're innocent of robbery.

Yes, John, my blood is in you, and there you're wronged, my son.

I know you too well, in spite of all I've said to you, to believe that, my true-hearted boy." He grasped his son's hand as he spoke.
And his mother at the same moment caught him in her arms, whilst both sobbed aloud.

A strong sense of innate dignity expanded the brow of young Lamh Laudher.

He smiled while his parents wept, although his sympathy in their sorrow brought a tear at the same time to his eye-lids.