Poor unfortunate girl!" And his voice faltered a moment.
He then began to utter, in a low grave voice, some things that took every body by surprise, by the manner as well as the matter; for, with his never once taking his eyes off the picture, and speaking in a voice softened by the sudden presence of that womanly beauty, the companion of his youth, it was just like a man speaking softly in a dream.
"Thomas, this picture will remain as it is while I live." "Yes, sir." "I find I can bear the sight of you.

As we get older we get tougher.
You look as if you didn't want me to quarrel with your son?
Well, I will not: there has been quarreling enough.

Any of the loyal Dences here ?" But he never even turned his head from the picture to look for them.
"Only me, sir; Jael Dence, at your service.

Father's not very well." "Nathan, or Jael, it is all one, so that it is Dence.

You'll take that young gentleman home with you, and send him to bed.