Here it is," said she, pleasantly, "jest where I put it." "Why, whar's the ruffles ?" "I cut 'em off," said Phillis; "you asked me to." Bacchus got weak in the knees again, and had to sit down on the old chest.
Not a word escaped his lips; a deep sigh burst from the pent-up boiler of his remorse.

With an agonized countenance he seized a piece of rag which he had used as a shaving towel, and wiped away a repentant tear.

His soul was subdued within him.

He went to meeting, but declined officiating in any capacity, pleading a pain in his stomach as an excuse.

At dinner he found it impossible to finish the remaining quarter of a very tough old rooster Phillis had stuffed and roasted for him.