"My son is locked up in his room, and a trustworthy servant whom he cannot corrupt has mounted guard over him." "Do you not fear, sir, that in his excitement and anger he may---- ?" The contractor shrugged his shoulders.
"You do not know him," answered he, "if you imagine that he resembles me in any way.

What do you think that he is doing now?
Lying on his bed, face downward, yelling for his Zora.

Zora, indeed! As if that was a name fit for a Christian.

How is it that these creatures are enabled to drug our boys and lead them anywhere?
Had his mother not been a saint on earth, I should scarcely believe that he was my son." The contractor sank into a chair and buried his face in his hands.
"You are in pain, sir ?" said Andre.
"Yes; my heart is deeply wounded.

Up to this time I have only felt as a father; now I feel as a man.