"Where are you, child ?" I came forward and Neil withdrew.

I heard the library door close behind him.
"Poor little Bawn!" my grandfather said tenderly, "poor little Bawn! We must bear whatever there is to come together, we three.

God would not have this child sacrificed.

I see now what a coward I was." "Never a coward, Toby, never a coward," my grandmother cried out piteously, kissing his hand.
My grandfather put out his arm and drew me close to him.
"We must bear it together, we three," he said..