Now, Phineas, be content; Apollyon is beaten down." He rose up, but I thought that, in the red glow of the twilight, he looked rather pale.

He stretched his hand to help me up from the grass.

We went into the house together, silently.
After supper, when the chimes struck half-past nine, John prepared to leave as usual.

He went to bid good-night to my father, who was sitting meditatively over the fireless hearth-place, sometimes poking the great bow-pot of fennel and asparagus, as in winter he did the coals: an instance of obliviousness, which, in my sensible and acute father, argued very deep cogitation on some subject or other.
"Good-night," said John, twice over, before his master heard him.
"Eh ?--Oh, good-night, good-night, lad! Stay! Halifax, what hast thee got to do to-morrow ?" "Not much, unless the Russian hides should come in; I cleared off the week's accounts last night, as usual." "Ay, to-morrow I shall look over all thy books and see how thee stand'st, and what further work thou art fit for.

Therefore, take a day's holiday, if thee likes." We thanked him warmly.