"And you, my dear friend," he added, turning with redoubled warmth to the German, "long, long shall I look back to this evening as a time of refreshing from the presence of the Lord, as an hour of blessed intercourse with a brother in Jesus.

May such often return.

The Lord bless you!" he added, with yet deeper fervour, "richly, richly." Then he opened the door and vanished out into the darkness.
"He, he, he!" laughed Bonaparte, as he stumbled over the stones.

"If there isn't the rarest lot of fools on this farm that ever God Almighty stuck legs to.

He, he, he! When the worms come out then the blackbirds feed.