John Halifax, Gentleman by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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"Bless me! then get in, and have thy dinner. But first--" and my inexorable father held him by the shoulder; "thee art a decent lad, come of decent parents?" "Yes," almost indignantly. "Thee works for thy living?" "I do, whenever I can get it." "Thee hast never been in gaol?" "No!" thundered out the lad, with a furious look. "I don't want your dinner, sir; I would have stayed, because your son asked me, and he was civil to me, and I liked him. Now I think I had better go. Good day, sir." There is a verse in a very old Book--even in its human histories the most pathetic of all books--which runs thus: "And it came to pass when he had made an end of speaking unto Saul, that the soul of Jonathan was knit unto the soul of David; and Jonathan loved him as his own soul." And this day, I, a poorer and more helpless Jonathan, had found my David. I caught him by the hand, and would not let him go. |
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