13/15 I despise the wood that always smokes and never burns." "My son, I fear you will make such enemies of them that----" "That I shall not be able to stay in Nazareth. Isn't that what you mean, mother ?" "I am anxious about you, my son." "Happy the mother who is nothing worse. I am quite safe." He stopped and took her hand. "Mother, I'm no longer a child or a boy. |