But whilst there was a little diffidence amongst the men in expressing their opinions about Frank, there was no reserve when they came to tell of Ephraim Shine's method of improving the occasion with prayer and preachment; and for a considerable time Harry had collected bitterness till it threatened to choke him and bade him defy all his mother's cautious principles.
Ephraim had given out the third verse, and the singing went on.
'Are you thinking ?' whispered the girl.

'Do, do think! Think of the disgrace of it.' 'Disgrace! There's the disgrace whining on the platform, the brute that insults a woman in her sorrow, thinking there's no one handy to take it out of the coward hide of him! 'It was wrong, Harry.

I know it was wrong and cruel.

I told him that, and he has promised me never to do it again.

He has promised me that, really, truly.' The word that slid through Harry's teeth was ferocious but inaudible.
'Say you won't do it! The singing ceased suddenly, and the superintendent, who all the time had kept a lowering and anxious eye on the young couple, gave out the third verse again.
'Harry, you will not.