My heart melted to hear that tender accent, so familiar once.

All was happening for the best, if it only gave me back David.
"Now good-bye--I must be off." "Whither ?" said my father, rousing himself.
"To try and save the house and the tan-yard--I fear we must give up the mill.

No, don't hold me, Phineas.

I run no risk: everybody knows me.
Besides, I am young.

There! see after your father.