'Have you forgotten Miss Lockwood?
She has not forgotten you; and we are come home ready to give battle to your enemies, and reinstate you in all your rights.

She gives Mr.Lockwood and me no rest until we have got Fern's Hollow, and everything else, for you again.' 'Sir,' said Stephen, and his eyes filled with tears, 'nobody can give me back little Nan.' 'No,' answered Mr.Danesford gravely; 'I know how hardly you have been dealt with, my boy.

Tell me truly, is your religion strong enough to enable you to forgive Mr.Wyley indeed?
Is it possible that you can forgive him from your heart ?' Stephen was silent, looking down at the heath upon which his feet were pressed, but seeing none of its purple blossoms.

It was a question that must not be answered rashly, for even that morning he had glanced down the fatal shaft with a deep yearning after little Nan; and as he passed the ruins of his master's house, his memory had recalled the destruction of the old hut with something of a feeling of triumph.
'Sir,' he said, looking up to him, 'I'm afraid I can't explain myself.
You know it was for my sake that the Lord Jesus was killed, yet His Father has forgiven me all my sins; and when I think of that, I can forgive the master even for little Nan's death with all my heart.

But I don't always remember it; and then I feel a little glad at the fire.