Simple is he, and dark?
He could attend his son's funeral four miles off only a few months ago; and he can understand my niece Anne's fine reading, which I cannot understand myself.

Ask him for the three five-pound notes I gave him, if you have not had them already.' 'How long ago is it ?' inquired Stephen.
'You can't remember!' said the master, laughing: 'well, well, Jones left you a keepsake at your garden wicket for you to remember the day by.' Stephen's face flushed into a wrathful crimson, but he did not speak; and in a minute or two the master said sharply,-- 'Come, be off with you, if you've got nothing else to say.' 'I have got something else to say,' answered Stephen, walking up to the table and looking steadily into his master's face.

'God sees both of us; and He knows you have no right to the place, and I have.

I believe some day we'll go back again, though you have pulled the old house down to the ground.

I don't want to make God angry with _me_.