"Oh, Ambrose!" He comforted her mutely.
"It is so dreadful to think that any one should hate him so!" said poor Colina.

"So unjust! They are like his children.

He is severe with them only for their good!" Ambrose concealed a grim smile at this partial view of John Gaviller.
"He lies there so white and still," she went on.

"It nearly breaks my heart to think how I have quarreled with him and gone against his wishes.

If waiting on him day and night will ever make it up to him, I'll do it!" Ambrose's breast stirred a little with resentment, but he kept his mouth shut.