It's a grand thing for me not to have been hungry for nearly thirty days." "Poor John!" I put my hand on his wrist--his strong, brawny wrist.
Perhaps the contrast involuntarily struck us both with the truth--good for both to learn--that Heaven's ways are not so unequal as we sometimes fancy they seem.
"I have so often wanted to see you, John.

Couldn't you come in now ?" He shook his head, and pointed to the cart.

That minute, through the open hall-door, I perceived Jael sauntering leisurely home from market.
Now, if I was a coward, it was not for myself this time.

The avalanche of ill-words I knew must fall--but it should not fall on him, if I could help it.
"Jump up on your cart, John.

Let me see how well you can drive.
There--good-bye, for the present.