Do you imagine he is such a man as that?
Perhaps it would not do him any harm--a little praying.

But it is a kind of medicine he does not relish.

No, Lucia, you have been deceived, believe me." The girl's expression changed.

She had quite persuaded herself that a great moral change had taken place in her father that morning, and had built many hopes upon it.

To her sanguine imagination it seemed as though his whole nature must have changed.