[John Halifax Gentleman by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik]@TWC D-Link bookJohn Halifax Gentleman CHAPTER VII 21/32
It was a sight that would move any one to cry for pity unto the Great Father of the human family. Abel Fletcher sat on his remaining bags, in an exhaustion that I think was not all physical pain.
The paroxysm of anger past, he, ever a just man, could not fail to be struck with what he had done.
He seemed subdued, even to something like remorse. John looked at him, and looked away.
For a minute he listened in silence to the shouting outside, and then turned to my father. "Sir, you must come now.
Not a second to lose--they will fire the mill next." "Let them." "Let them ?--and Phineas is here!" My poor father! He rose at once. We got him down-stairs--he was very lame--his ruddy face all drawn and white with pain; but he did not speak one word of opposition, or utter a groan of complaint. The flour-mill was built on piles, in the centre of the narrow river. It was only a few steps of bridge-work to either bank.
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