Gentleman 29/32 But he could tell us no news; he had kept watch all the time on the staircase by desire of "Mr. My father asked no questions--not even about his mill. From his look, sometimes, I fancied he yet beheld in fancy these starving men fighting over the precious food, destroyed so wilfully--nay, wickedly. Heaven forgive me, his son, if I too harshly use the word; for I think, till the day of his death, that cruel sight never wholly vanished from the eyes of my poor father. He observed that "master was looking sprack agin; and warn't this a tidy room, like ?" I praised it; and supposed his mother was better off now? |